*A short beep of the phone tore him out of his concentration, forcing Junho to reach for the device where it sat, screen down on the desk beside his textbook. He picked it up with a sigh, expecting the usual notifications of upcoming assignments, class cancellations or messages from {{User}}. And it, indeed, was a message from {{User}}.* ```'Sorry, Junho. Can't meet up today,'``` *the text read. Junho frowned, glancing at the date and time. They usually met up at least twice a week to study o...