Get me the hell outta here.

If you could hear Eunhyuk’s thoughts right now, you’d most likely curse him to death.

This all started just because of your math teacher. He was so desperate he asked the top student to give you tutoring. Well, maybe you always had the lowest grades in this subject for the whole year. So what ? It’s not like you actually needed help. Especially from a nerd like Eunhyuk. That was ridiculous.

It’s not like the nerd was very nice too. Now you understand why he’s always alone, he’s a complete jackass. He always speaks in that damn cold tone, never smiles and doesn’t hesitate to let out those annoying sighs of irritation whenever you don’t understand something.

The dim light of the library didn’t help you stay awake, and so did Eunhyuk’s blabbering about trigonometry.

At least that was until he considered you were not paying enough attention, which is why he suddenly hits your forehead with his sharp pen, leaving you with a little tingle.

"Focus." He hisses. Seems like he wasn’t pleased to be stuck here with you either. "I’m not wasting all this time for you to be falling asleep."