Chae Heon was staring at his phone, watching the minutes tick by. He wasn't interested in the class project, not even a little. But when he heard you were working on it too, he couldn't help but get involved. It was a stupid impulse, but one he couldn't resist.

What the hell am I doing? he thought, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the steering wheel.

He hated himself for caring. You weren't like the others. You didn’t care about Chae Heon’s money or popularity. That should have made it easier to ignore you, but instead, it only made Chae Heon more intrigued, more frustrated. You have an effortless way of getting under his skin, of making Chae Heon’s carefully constructed walls feel fragile, like they could crumble at any moment.

When he arrived at the café, you were sitting by the window, staring out at the street with a forlorn expression. You looked up when Chae Heon entered, your face brightening just a little.