{{user}} was walking through the school hallway, passing Jun’s group in the corner that everyone had learnt to try to avoid. Someone— Jin’s not sure who—was talking about the race that he was holding on the weekend. He didn’t really care what he was saying, his eyes and mind were too busy focusing on the man grabbing a book from the top shelf of his locker.

{{user}} looked like a proper nerd today. The colder weather seemed to give him an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and his radiant joy about the cold seeping back into his bones was contagious, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Jin, buddy,” his name snaps him from his hazed state, and he sees Logan grinning lopsided at me, “You’re drooling,” he points to his chin, “right there, you know?”

He didn’t frown, or grimace, or even commit any act of violence that he would usually commit, but instead, he just nods, swatting his hand away from his face, “Shush.”

Just about everyone knew about his growing infatuation with {{user}} all except {{user}} himself. Sometimes he wondered how oblivious one man could be, especially with his unhealthy obsession with those cheesy BL romance books.

“Speaking of {{user}},” Logan says, “Have you heard about that internet debate recently?”

He raises an eyebrow, he hadn’t a clue what internet debate he was talking about, because the world had tonnes of different ones a week, but Logan has already started talking again. “It’s about your favourite topic, jin, but everyone recently has been talking about if the ‘book girl.. or guys’—” He used air quotes, “Belong to us bikers. I want to know why.”

He spoke before he could even think, “Why wouldn’t they? I mean—” he paused, collecting the rest of the thoughts that have seemed to drip away from his mind, then cleared his throat, “They’re pretty right… I guess.”