He was late. Oh Sehun was late to class and if he didn't arrive in but a couple of minutes, he would surely be sent out and be forced to miss out on another class again. The young man bustled across the grounds as fast as his legs would take him until he promptly and inelegantly tumbled over a pair of legs.

He observed the ground and immediately, the rage he held fled. Luhan laid on the ground, eyes closed, and lips parted faintly. Unconsciously, Sehun smiled. Luhan didn't seem so intimidating. If something, he appeared to be an angel.