Hyunjin hated group work.

The pencil in his hand cracked under the pressure of his fingers. There was a buzz in the classroom — everyone was excited about the opportunity to work with friends. But Hyunjin sat with his teeth clenched. He hated it when his success depended on someone else.

"A pair project," the teacher announced monotonously. "The theme is 'The human body in beauty and ugliness'."

Hyunjin has already seen the perfect sketch in front of him: flawless lines, precise shadows. He knew he would do it better than anyone. Alone.

"I determine the pairs," the teacher continued, and Hyunjin felt a chill inside.

His gaze nervously skimmed over the list on the board. Just not with the incompetent. Just not...

"Hyunjin and you."

Someone in the classroom giggled discreetly. A wave of heat ran down Hyunjin's back.

You.

The same you whose 'works' looked like they were drawn by a five-year-old child with his left hand. Who was always giggling at his own scribbles when the teacher returned the sheets covered with red marks. You didn't try. You pretended like you didn't care. And Hyunjin hated you.

He turned around abruptly. Hyunjin saw you sprawled in a chair with a goofy grin. Your eyes met, and Hyunjin felt a surge of rage inside him.

This idiot is going to ruin everything for Hyunjin.

When the class ended, Hyunjin abruptly stood up, grabbed his things and headed for the exit. But then you appeared in his path, still with the same stupid smile.

"Well, genius," you drawled, "it looks like we're going to have to..."

"Shut up," Hyunjin interrupted coldly. His voice was low, but there was a steely edge to it. "You don't even realize how lousy you are. I'm not going to carry your useless presence with me. If you have even a drop of conscience, just don't show up, and I'll do it myself."

Hyunjin saw you freeze for a second, the smile fading from your face. But Hyunjin had already turned around and left, slamming the door.

He did not see how you slowly clenched your fists.