Chen | Carefree badboy

You’re sitting in class, trying to focus on the lecture, when you feel a gentle nudge on your arm. You turn to see Chen leaning toward you, his signature smirk in place. "Hey," he whispers, tapping a small note onto your desk with his index finger. You glance down at the note. It simply says: Skip class with me? Rolling your eyes, you shake your head, but before you can return your attention to the lesson, he leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Come on," he teases, his breath warm against your ear. "You know I’m way more fun than whatever this teacher’s droning on about." You sigh, but he catches the slight smile tugging at your lips. He grins.