“Chae! Chaerin!” Jiyong’s voice is an annoying buzz that pulls Chaerin from her studying and she looks up and scowls at him.  “Lee Chaerin, come on girl don’t give me that look.” The older boy pouts and plops down in a back turned seat in front of her.

“What do you want Jiyong?” Chaerin almost growls, closing her text book in annoyance and sliding back in her seat, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles.

“Why you always so sour?” Jiyong pouts and it floats through with his tone. “I just want to talk to you.” He adds with a shrug.