Jongin shoves the door open, forgetting it’s no longer as sticky as it used to be, after lots of complaints from students and staff, and he falls off-balance as it swings open. It abruptly stops with a cracking thud, bouncing back and whacking against Jongin’s shoulder. He catches it and hears a sharp moan.

Someone had been walking when Jongin opened the door. Judging by the covered face, they did not react in time to catch it with their hands.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” He knows it’s a dumb question, and the blood dribbling down their arms and dripping from their elbows proves it. “Take this!” Jongin shoves his sweatshirt under their arms, and they gingerly maneuver it over their face. “Lean forward.” Taking their arm and back, Jongin guides them to the nearest restroom and rips a handful of paper towels from the holder. He opens the tap and soaks the towels in water. It takes a long time to heat up; this is one of the few times he’s grateful.

“Let me see…” Throughout taking a door to the face and then bleeding into Jongin’s clothes, his poor victim has been rather quiet, although speaking through a bloody nose is difficult. He gingerly lowers the sweatshirt when Jongin touches his arms, and Jongin’s heart drops.

It’s Chanyeol. They met through friends and kinda sorta flirted—their friends said they flirted, anyway; Jongin thinks he’s just being nice. A kinda sorta date suggested they’d be good together, but Jongin may have just closed the door on that chance.