The first time they meet, Jungshin is skulking around in a corner of the room, resolutely not making friends with the other trainees, because being tall sometimes makes one painfully shy, or so he thinks. I hate meeting new people, God, everything is making me feel so goddamned self-conscious. Too. Many. People. Need. To. Get. Out. Of. Here.

He leaves, or attempts to anyway, trips headlong into a shock of hair and a toothy grin, mutters ‘sorry, sorry man, sorry’ and walks away, only to hear a bark of laughter, a short ‘it’s okay, no big deal!’, not suspecting in that instant, that that bark of laughter would be the reason he looked forward to the rest of his days.