Running like a madman, Kyungsoo dragged his short legs with all his might to the catch the first bus that leaves for SM University.  But he was 10 seconds late as the bus sped off without him and left him no choice but to wait for another 15mins, which will cost him 5mins of tardiness for his first class. He dropped his head and walked lifelessly to the cold waiting bench, and regretted sleeping at 2:30AM last night, having replayed his all-time favourite collection of romantic comedy movies.

He just had to have his dose of romance (even if he can only watch it on the screen) because he was just so depressed yesterday, mopping that another Valentines’ day would go by with him remaining single and lonely after he realized that he swing the other way during his 2^nd year in college.

Truth be told, even now he was never entirely sure if he’s really into guys, (he’s just very sure he’s not ually attracted to girls because the last time someone tried to kiss him, he almost puked on , sober). Maybe because he never had a proper relationship, fling, or even a date with another guy before, let alone be ually attracted to someone or aroused by something (you know, like stuff because he tried to watch some too a few times before but all he got was come to a realization about how disgusting two sweaty guys look in dangerously unappealing positions doing the do, or at least that’s what Kyungsoo thought.)

Since he lacked experience in dating, or unfortunately any measurable social interaction with potential romantic interests, he therefore hadn’t eliminated the possibility of him being gay yet, before he decides to go the mountains and live as a plant of some sort.

Kyungsoo thought he’s the type to go for platonic relationships (him being unable to get ually aroused since forever), and if anyone would ask him his preference, he would tell you dreamily that he would really like long-walks on the beach while holding hands, romantic make-out sessions under the moonlight, or awkward piggy-backs on the way home while breathing each other’s scent, or maybe just a lot of unexpected skinship but never really getting any farther than that. Like what they usually do in the movies, yes, Kyungsoo would like that.

Thinking about those things yesterday but then suddenly getting hit with the realization that he wouldn’t have anyone to do it again this time around saddened Kyungsoo greatly, as he rationalized his stress eating and romcom marathons until dawn that resulted to dark circles hugging his owlish eyes and causing him to function with a half-awake state of mind.

After letting out a huge sigh, Kyungsoo looked up at the approaching bus and smiled, thinking that the day just started and he wouldn’t ruin it by mourning over his sad, sad love story (or lack thereof). The bus ride was surprisingly a minute ahead of schedule today, with a fewer passengers coming and going at each stop, which gave Kyungsoo hope that he could still make it on time to his first class if he could sprint from the stop to their building as soon as the gets off the bus.

Kyungsoo tapped his right foot impatiently as he waited for the stoplight to turn green. As soon as he saw the “Walk” sign, he started running across the pedestrian lane as quickly as he can, until a deafening impact and noisy screech of tires from a black limousine stopped him on his tracks, literally, throwing him 2 feet above the ground and falling back again, rolling over his back, leaving him unconscious with his head bleeding.