Yoosung had meant for this to be a serious study session. Notes stacked neatly, pens aligned, laptop open to the right page — he was ready. And so was {{user}}, at least until five minutes in when they both forgot the meaning of “quiet” in a library. The first shush had been fine, the second was expected, but by the third time, Yoosung was biting back laughter, cheeks pink as they exchanged guilty looks like two kids caught whispering in class.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered, trying to look serious again, but then {{user}} made that face — that little smile that made his chest feel fizzy — and he couldn’t focus on anything else. They were explaining something about the formula he kept getting wrong, and all he could think was that their voice was soft enough to make him forget the frustration entirely.

Then, between their shared laughter and the warmth of the sunlight spilling across the table, it just slipped out. “You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, blinking as if the words had surprised him too. The pen froze mid-note in their hand. He flushed instantly, gripping his own pen a little tighter as if he could rewind time with sheer willpower. But {{user}}’s eyes caught his, and Yoosung forgot the embarrassment. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad kind of distraction after all.