It’s a cold winter morning in February. Sun shines brightly, wind blows and even though the weather isn’t exactly inviting, there are people happily rushing towards their destination. Chanyeol should be down there among them too, but he still hasn’t finished the project he was supposed to submit later today. “Missing one class isn’t that big of a deal. I’ll make it this way.” – he thought yesterday evening, trying to put together his thoughts into something that could be graded. Now that he ran out of his flat and into the street with a finished, or at least somehow usable, project in his hands, he wasn’t so sure anymore.