“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti,” Seunghoon mumbles under his breath, laughing nervously at his current state. Confidence, or at least feigning confidence, is his forte, and for once his palms are truly sweaty, his knees shaking, and all he can do is make fun of himself with a meme. “Yeah there’s vomit on his spaghetti already, mom’s spaghetti-”

“Yo Seunghoon!” He hears from behind him. Seunghoon quickly wipes his hands on his jeans and turns around to see who is calling him.

“Oof!” He is met with a heavy body crashing into him, and subsequently falling onto him. Seunghoon looks up at the disgruntled boy laying atop of him. His bright blond hair covers his eyes, nevertheless his frown is very much visible.

“S-sorry-”

“Save it,” the boy snaps quickly, getting up to brush himself off. He then pushes his hair out of his eyes, tucking a few strands behind his left ear before continuing to brush away at whatever may have contact with his precious clothes.

“I didn’t see you there, I’m so…” Seunghoon trails off, staring at the boy.

“If there was something to be sorry for, I’d make you pay for it, don’t you worry. Next time, don’t stop so suddenly,” his face softens as he steps towards Seunghoon, brushing off his uniform as well. “You don’t want to walk around looking like you’re homeless on TOP of being clumsy,” the boy spins Seunghoon around and starts brushing off his backside. Seunghoon is jolted back to reality, nearly jumping at the unexpected touch on his rear end, he spins back around to face the boy. He stares at him before speaking, it’s somehow hard to form words.

Pulled from his thoughts, he hears a distant “Nam Taehyun, you’re going to be late, hurry up!” To which, the boy offers Seunghoon a wave, running off to meet the voice. Seunghoon doesn’t even have the chance to digest the information before Mino slides his arm over Seunghoon’s shoulder and drags him down the hall, rambling about probably the twentieth cute girl he was madly in love with since classes started two months ago.