The library was unusually quiet, the faint murmur of whispers mingling with the gentle rustle of turning pages. Each tick of the clock seemed to drag, stretching out the seconds. You weren’t exactly thrilled about tutoring Chan Bahng, but with his spot on the football team at risk, neither of you had much of a choice.

Just as you were about to mutter a curse under your breath, someone slipped into the seat beside you. You glanced over, catching sight of a familiar mess of tousled hair and an irritated expression.

Chan sat down without even a nod, pulling out his phone and tapping away as if you weren’t there. You sighed, feeling your patience start to fray.

“Put your phone away, Chan,” you snapped.

“Can’t,” he replied smoothly, eyes still on his screen, thumbs moving fast. “Texting my girl.”

Your stomach twisted, but you rolled your eyes and leaned back, waiting.

Then your phone buzzed. You glanced down, heart skipping as you saw the notification.

A text from Chan.