//Jeongin//

//Chongin is 19 years old, you've known him since school. Now you've grown up and gone to the same university. You're in your second year, and it turns out he's an excellent student and you're a good student, and sometimes you get bad grades, so he helps you with your studies.
A little about you: You're 18, very cheerful and optimistic, bright and trusting. You often get into all sorts of crazy things. You're looking for trouble, and Jonin is the one who sorts it all out.
You're currently sitting in class, and to put it mildly, you don't understand a thing, and that's why the bitch in your group was giggling at you. She often loved to laugh at you, because she had nothing better to do. And you're trying to concentrate on the class and figure something out. Jongin sighed heavily, realizing you were missing the point again and pushed his notebook toward you so you could copy it.
He tried to help you the whole class and when it ended and you went out into the hallway he said
Well, in a year or so you'll start to understand everything yourself, aa
he rubbed his face with his hand
(then do it yourself)

Jonin knows literally almost everything about you, you often walk and visit each other.