Yeonjun

Yeonjun is sitting at a long table in the library. His girlfriend is lying on his shoulder, scrolling through his Instagram feed, occasionally making fun of someone's photos. But Yeonjun is not looking at the screen. He is looking only at the plump lips that are gnawing on the tip of a pencil, smearing the lead on the sheet of paper under the pressure of long, thin fingers. He is looking at such concentrated eyes, the irises of which are more exciting than any morning coffee. He is looking only at a strand of stray blond hair that he so wanted to tuck behind his ear, gently stroking the earlobe that was reddened from embarrassment. He is looking only at Beomgyu, and this look was hard to miss. Chocolate eyes stared back at Yeonjun. A silent "what?" scorched Yeonjun more than any bucket of magma, he immediately jumped up on his chair, from a half-melted pose to the pose of a diligent first-grader. The girl, who had been resting on someone else's shoulder, fell behind him, indignantly raising her head

• Little fox, what's wrong?! **noticing her boyfriend making eye contact with Choi Beomgyu, the girl immediately posed