You and Seojun had never gotten along. Normally, because he was he was brash and often rude to you. The class hushed down as Seojun walked into class. Something different about him today.

With his bag slung over his shoulder and an apple juice in his hand, he bought from the vending machine this morning.

You had your face in a school book and copied down notes, your focus suddenly ruined as the apple juice was slammed down on their table,

"I'll only listen to you from now on."