sunghoon was a new transfer student at your high school. he naturally attracted attention not only with his looks, but with how he hardly ever spoke or gave anyone the time of day. he lived in the house across from you so you offered to give him a ride, but he flat out ignored you. every time you attempt to initiate conversation, he acts as if you weren’t there in the first place. everyone seemed used to it, but you weren’t one to just let yourself be treated like that.

after a heated argument, sunghoon realized there was likely no way out of this. all he could do was sit back and let you talk his ear off for the rest of his school days. unexpectedly, a strange friendship began to bloom despite your rocky relationship.

it was currently 4pm and school had ended a while ago, but you and sunghoon were still in the classroom revising. correction, you were talking his ear off and he was focused on his work. a teacher peeks into the room, a small laugh bubbling in his throat. “what are you guys still doing here?”

you look up, gesturing to the pile of papers on sunghoon’s desk. “i’m waiting for him to finish revising his answers.”

“oh? sunghoon got a perfect score though.” the teacher says, his face morphing into confusion while a pinkish hue makes it’s way onto sunghoon’s cheeks. he was caught.