Chanyeol sighs for the nth times today. He could not catch any bus this morning so he had to walk to his university, he was late for class, he did not get any vacant table for lunch, and he tripped on his own foot in front of the classroom before doing a presentation about the history of MTV.

A really bad day he is having right now.

“You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?” Pause. “Oh . I am too short. I cannot be his blanket.” Pause. “Do you have a bandaid? I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

Chanyeol's eyebrows meet his hairline as he accidentally hears a voice from inside a classroom he is passing by. He cannot help but let his heart beat faster upon listening to that voice. He has a guess whose voice it is but dismisses that. Is it really him?

Three steps backward plus a left head-turn would be what it takes to prove his guess. Chanyeol inhales deeply.

First backward step.

Second step.

Third st—

“Yo, Chanyeol!” someone from behind just decides to call Chanyeol as he is about to take his third step, making him look awkward in his current position… right in front of the open door of the classroom with that yet-unknown boy. He hears a gasp from inside and turns his head in reflex to the source only to see Byun Baekhyun staring at him with wide eyes.

So it is really him. Chanyeol me