As these words registered in Kim Jongin's mind, a wicked idea began to form. He was glad Kyungsoo wasn’t in this class with them to talk him out of it.

“Anyone, you say?” Jongin asked. Chanyeol was oblivious to his suddenly overly casual manner.

“Definitely.”

“Would you be willing to place a bet on that?”

“Sure, but you’d lose. Think you can handle it? You realize I’d win and get money, right?" 

Jongin rolled his eyes again. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, hyung. You have to win first."