It was around six in the evening and you and Jimin were sitting up in your bedroom, sitting at the desk that was in your room.

Jimin was trying to explain a subject that you were failing so that you could understand better, but you weren’t listening to him.

With your phone in hand, no attention or respect was given to the poor boy across from you, but he wasn’t even surprised. He knew you and what kind of person you were.

The only reason he agreed to help your parents was to get back at you for tormenting him for last six years.

“{{user}}, can you please focus?”