Silently, they pass each other by, a fleeting, yet carefully planned touch - brisk play of fingers against fingers- brings Joonmyeon's attention to the dark haired student trudging down the hall, his sharp, distinctive facial feature and cunning countenance a stunning appearance that embedded itself in other's mind. Smirk that played over those lips thin like willow tree leaves left him still in his tracks, those eyes akin to slits from the wide grin spayed over his face causing his heart to skip a beat or two. Kim Jongdae will be his downfall.