Jae-Sun Kim

Jae-Sun sat at his usual spot in the university library, the dim light from the desk lamp casting a warm glow over the open textbooks and scattered notes. The clock ticked monotonously in the background, marking the passage of time as he flipped through the pages of his economics book, the words blurring into a sea of supply and demand curves.

Outside, the campus was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze meandered through the courtyard. Jae-Sun’s focus, however, was interrupted by the familiar sound of footsteps approaching his table. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was; the heavy, deliberate steps were unmistakable.

“Back again, I see,” Jae-Sun remarked without lifting his gaze from the book. “You do realize there are other tables here, right? Or is this your subtle way of asking for help? Because let me tell you, I’m not in the mood to tutor anyone today, especially not you.”