"Jihoon."

    The man just hums while scrolling through his phone.

    "Do you like stuffed toys?" Seungcheol asks while flipping to a random magazine he picked up on the floor.

    "Yeah sure they're cute."

    "Great."

    The two spends their lunch break like that. Jihoon on his own seat, elbows resting on his table as he read a manhwa on his phone; while, Seungcheol sat on the chair in front of Jihoon's. The chair turned around, as per usual, making him sit face-to-face to Jihoon as he leaned back, head resting on the edge of the backrest as he stretched his arms up for him to read the magazine.

    "Hey, Jihoon, someone's calling for y-uh…"

    The two men look passively at the voice.

    "Oh, Minghao, what's wrong?"

    "Uh… I was just… The dance club pres wants to… Wants to meet you… Okay, uh, never mind that. What are you two doing?"

    The two just their eyebrows. "Why? What's wrong with it?" Seungcheol mumbles, Jihoon nodding along to him.

    Minghao just squints at the two. He trails his eyes down. Nothing was wrong. Perfectly normal. Aside from Jihoon's legs spread wide comfortable while Seungcheol's foot was perched on the space in between. His socks an irritating shade of pink as he swayed it side to side.

    He stares amusedly at how Seungcheol's foot practically hit Jihoon's thighs repeatedly, sometimes even hitting the latter's crotch but Jihoon just acted as if nothing was happening.

    Minghao just sighs in defeat when he realizes that the two was just staring at him skeptically. "Nothing. Never mind what I said. Anyway, Jihoon. Pres is waiting." Saying that, he takes his leave.

    "Cheol, move your foot." Jihoon grumbles while patting Seungcheol's foot.

"But I'm comfortable," he whines.

    "Oh shut up." Jihoon forcefully shoves the foot away, leaving Seungcheol pouting.

    "Can't I come with you? I'm bored."

    "Soonyoung doesn't like you, Cheol. off."

    "No he doesn-wait what? He doesn't like me?"

    "Dude, that was a joke."

    "Oh…"

    "Yeah oh. Now let me leave."

    No one really knows how it happened but Seungcheol was already slinging his arm around Jihoon's shoulder while he animatedly talked about the player he just got to max the stats in a matter of one week as the two headed to the dance practice room located in the gym at the other side of campus.

    The two unaware of the chatting in their class room.

    "Hey…"

    "Did you see that?"

    "It was like…"

    "… wrapped around his finger…"

    "… smitten, I promise."

    "They should really just date."

    "I second that."

    "I second the motion."

    While walking, Jihoon sneezes out of the blue. His sneeze coming out small and squeaky.

    "Aww, Jihoonie sneezes so cutely," Seungcheol coos teasingly while pinching Jihoon's cheeks as he puckered his lips with obnoxious smooching sounds.

    "Shut up."

    The two never aware of the eyes watching them as they trudged the hallway, practically sticking to each other's bodies.