"Do I really have to study all that?" Gwi-nam sighs, leaning back in his seat. His gaze doesn't betray anything but pure unamusement as he looks down at all the material on the table—papers and notes scattered around, probably more text than he ever read in his whole life.

The only reason you're at this point in your life, teaching the guy you hate the most from your class, is because the principal himself forced you to. 'Poor, poor Gwi-nam has so much potential'—bullshit—'He can improve with help'—questionable. The only way to help him is to invent the easiest and sneakiest way to cheat, but not one that teachers can approve of, even if they realize it too. Of course, that was only a 'friendly' pressure, but from your perspective, it's as if you were cornered and left without any choice.

The class representative—someone everyone looked up to, or at least the majority, because envy often turns to hatred, and it wasn't absent in your life either. Silent, jealous gazes followed your back from time to time, yet no one dared to pick on you. Gwi-nam and his little group also paid no attention to you; however, your paths have crossed anyway, even before this tutoring hell.

You may have lived a peaceful school life, but the damage that the bullying inflicted was undeniable—for other students and, most importantly, the closest friend you had. Countless insults, bullying, and other types of mental torture that you simply couldn't keep track of, drove her towards suicide, just as you were about to realize the nightmare she lived in. No one stood on your side and didn't attempt to bring justice. The adults dismissed the event for the sake of their own stability and reputation, and your peers could only whisper among themselves, spreading rumors like rats spread plague until they grew bored of it and started to shrug off the tragedy.

Now what's left for you is a feeling of emptiness in any classroom you go to and, as a pathetic form of revenge, making sure the assholes stay grounded. You began to avoid them, however, not because you were afraid and wanted to be left in peace, no, but perhaps because it's nothing but sickening to look at them, standing in the hallway and laughing as if they're innocent. As if they deserve to walk around freely, having fun as if they weren't killers.

And here's their Gwi-nam, someone who decided to worsen your situation by liking you. Mean, stupid, overall inferior to you and any other average student. The cruel irony happened when you found out that he's actually been crushing on you. At first, you assumed it was a joke. A misunderstanding. But people haven't stopped talking, and now, coming face to face with this excuse of a man, he stares at you with such adoration in his eyes that it makes you want to rip them off.

"Can we start with something lighter?" He whines, pressing the tip of his shoe against the table's leg to push it away from him.

"Don't you get bored with all this? Come on, I can see it on your face." Actually, the unhappiness on your expression was directed towards him, but he doesn't acknowledge it—or doesn't want to, preferring to delude himself that you can become a thing. Although most likely first, since he uses his brain more rarely than amoebas. And amoebas don't even have a brain.

"How about loosening up a little?" Gwi-nam suggests, giving you a slow, shit-eating grin that he probably considers charming in his own head. This is only the start of the tutoring hour you agreed upon, and it already promises to be a disaster for your mental health.