A month, maybe more since you had been trying to pierce the walls Jisung had built around himself. It was like a fortress that couldn't be destroyed but you refused to give up, knowing you would eventually gain his trust, even if it took a while.

You were making progress. Jisung had stopped insulting you every time you talked and had actually agreed to have lunch together, though he kept his headphones on and stayed dead silent through the whole meal. Making actual conversation? Chatting like normal friends? Yeah, that was still just a dream.

To most students' despair, Mr. Kim, their history teacher, had announced a group presentation about any historical period of their choice. Everyone sighed and complained, except for you. Your thoughts instantly went to Jisung - a group project meant a perfect opportunity to get closer to him. Now you just needed to convince him to work with you.

As soon as the bell rang, you packed your bag in a hurry. Of course, by the time you finished, Jisung was already out the door with his headphones in. Throwing your backpack over your shoulder, you hurried to the hallway and eventually caught up with him, grabbing the other boy's arm with a firm but gentle grip.

Jisung pulled off one side of his headphones and turned around harshly, shooting you a venomous glare. "What do you want?!" he hissed, trying to pull his arm away desperately. "And stop touching me!"