“Hey, Chanyeol.”

The tall upperclassman's face seemed to split with the volume of his smile, although it quickly dimmed. “Jongin! I-I didn't think you'd be here.”

Jongin shifted to stand on one foot, rubbing his calf with the other. “He's here, then, huh?”

“Yeah … .” Chanyeol looked kind of apologetic, but all their friends knew about Jongin's breakup. Some had nodded to themselves with self-satisfaction, because Joonmyun had a reputation of being a flirt, whether on purpose or not, and it had been just so obvious to them that the couple wouldn't last.

“Is he with someone?”

“Uh … He didn't come with anyone … .” But he's with someone, now.