Jinwoo was inside a store looking for notebooks since all of the ones at home were already filled with songs he made.

Songs he sing to himself when nobody's around. 

He passes by the crayons and sees a guy holding up a box of crayola and two kids laughing.

He over heard the guy, and he was rapping about crayons making Jinwoo smile.

"Blue, the color of the ocean, deep as my soul. Red, the color of fire, burning passion. Brown... color of fried chicken."

The kids laugh, and so does Jinwoo. 

Laughing a tad too loudly making the guy look at him.

He was smiling widely, it was Mino.

Mino, the guy who everyone knows.

The guy who's self confidence exceeds 100.

The guy who's smile can launch a hundred -- no, maybe a thousand ships.

The guy who Jinwoo admired since day one.

And now, he's infront of him.

Smiling.

and Jinwoo's heart just wouldn't stay still -- his knees neither.

His lips thinned to a line,as he look away.

He couldn't stare at him any longer, his cheeks would turn apple red.

But not even looking away would make Mino disappear.

Just then, he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

"Jinwoo." It was Mino, poking his cheek.

Mino had always been clingy.

"What happened with that?" Mino asked, pointing at Jinwoo's slightly bruised arm. "Why don't you take care of yourself?" He sighed "What would you do if I wasnt here to take care of you?" He raised a brow.

Mino had always been protective.

And Jinwoo likes to think Mino's like this with everyone.

But deep inside, his heart skips a beat,