As always, being the rushed person that you were, you were paying absolutely no attention to where you were running. Glancing behind your shoulder every five seconds to see if your angry friend was catching up to you, you didn’t notice the boy walking your way. His face hid behind the screen of his phone as he casually walked down the stairs fo the building.

A choked squeal erupted from your lips when you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs for a second, barely keeping yourself at the ball of your feet. On the side, the loud thud against the floor didn’t go unnoticed, so when you turned around you were immediately greeted with your neighbor looking absolutely horrified. His round glasses hung crookedly on his face, on his pale skin were smudged stains of something that looked like cookie dough. Baekhyun’s eyes were wide as he looked at you with his mouth agape, next to him laid the phone that you had knocked out of his hold. You could see the recipe that he had been looking at before getting hit by you.

A panicked gasp left your lips and you kneeled in front of him, millions of apologizes left your lips as you absentmindedly tried to do anything that would this whole situation less awkward. But you didn’t help yourself when your hands reached out to fix his glasses, making a tint of red fire up all the way to his ears, an awkward cough erupting from his throat as his fingers (that were barely visible because of the huge sweater he was wearing.) went