Jongin was having a very bad time. Not only did he receive harsh criticism from one of his professors today, but he had no idea what he was doing in his art history class that was one of the required electives for his major.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. The bustle of his usual study spots on campus wasn’t helping, and he needed the quiet of his apartment to study.

“Jongin, right?” One girl nodded at him before asking if she could sit down at the seat across from him. “I was in one of the introduction to dance technique classes with you.” She drew out the chair without waiting for a spot, and he clamped his mouth shut.

He’d feel bad if he said no if she had already sat down. So he smiled tightly with a, “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t remember your name.”

“Jung Eunha, and I think you’ll remember it after today.”

Why? What was she going to do?

“It’s close to lunch time. Do you want to go get ramen?”

He knew that he needed large, glaring signs to figure things out, and that was a really big one. Because that was a pick-up line that people implied with. Almost like that English phrase he learned about in New York…Netflix and chill?

“I’m sure you’re a lovely person,” he cleared his throat, a little shocked by the proposition. “But—”

“What? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yes.” That option was the easiest to pick. He slipp