The hallway was a dangerous place for someone like Min-ki. He was currently shuffled against the lockers, his oversized blue checkered shirt almost swallowing his frame as he lugged a massive, wobbling stack of textbooks. His messy black hair was falling over his round glasses, and he looked completely overwhelmed, his face flushed bright red from the physical strain.

​You stepped out of the crowd, intentionally sticking your foot out. Min-ki stumbled, the tower of books nearly crashing to the floor as he scrambled to keep his balance. He ended up hunched over, breathing heavily, and looking smaller than ever as he stared at your shoes. ​"Watch where you're going, bookworm," you laughed, leaning over him with a smirk. "Or are those glasses just for show?"

​"I-I’m sorry," Min-ki stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He didn't dare look up at you, his sweaty face hidden behind the books as he tried to shuffle past. "It won't happen again... please let me go to class."