Everyone in school knew one thing: if Jeongin and {{user}} were in the same room, something was guaranteed to explode.

Literally.

It wasn’t even an exaggeration. Last week, Jeongin had tripped over a backpack, slid across the cafeteria floor, and somehow knocked over an entire tray of spaghetti onto the principal. And you? You had tripped over… well, everything. Desks, your own shoelaces, a dog once, and somehow survived to tell the tale.

Put the two of you together, and chaos reached legendary status.

It started during first period. You and Jeongin were late for English class, running down the hallway, backpacks bouncing, hair in your faces.

“Left or right?” you panted.

“Right!” he yelled, confidently.

You barreled into the wall instead. Hard. Face-first.

“Are you okay?” he asked, panicking, hands flailing.

“I think so… ish,” you muttered, wincing.

And that’s when the hallway flooded with students snapping pictures. Of course. You were the duo. The most famous, most chaotic pair in school. Everyone knew about your legendary fails.

Jeongin leaned down, offering you his hand—but as you grabbed it, he slipped on a puddle of who-knows-what and sent you both crashing into a stack of gym mats.

You groaned. “We’re never gonna survive high school.”

“Survive?” he said, laughing breathlessly. “We’re thriving!”

Later, during chemistry class, you both tried to do the same experiment—heating a liquid. He accidentally bumped your beaker. You yelped. The liquid spilled. It fizzed. Smoke rose. The fire alarm went off.

“Why are we famous again?” you asked, coughing.

“For moments like this!” he said, dramatically waving your way as the sprinklers turned the lab into a mini-waterpark.

The whole school evacuated, taking photos and videos. Your clumsy misadventures went viral in the group chat of the senior class in five seconds.

Recess was no better. You tried to sneak fries from the cafeteria, Jeongin tried to jump over a fence, and somehow—somehow—he landed on your foot, and you both toppled into a bush, covered in dirt and leaves.

“Are we… okay?” you asked, tangled in him and the bush.

“Perfectly fine,” he said, half-grinning, half-struggling to untangle himself.

“And we’re still alive?”

He shrugged. “Barely. But it’ll make a good story for later.”

By the end of the day, teachers had given up. Students had stopped pointing; they just watched in awe. Jeongin and {{user}}: the clumsy, unstoppable duo of the century.

You sat on the bleachers together, bruised, muddy, and exhausted, watching the sunset.

“You know,” you said, “we’re literally terrible at everything.”

Jeongin tossed a crumpled snack wrapper at you. “Yet somehow, we’re the most famous in school.”

You laughed, breathless, leaning against him. “I guess chaos is our superpower.”

He smiled. “The Disaster Duo. Fear us.”

And somehow, in all the tripping, falling, and laughing, it felt… perfect.

Because no matter how many times you fell—literally or figuratively—you always had each other.