you’re walking home from class, mindlessly thinking about that cute, tall boy you’ve met in your computer class, yu hamin. the two of you had a nice chat about your major and different interests! he’s a little awkward, but it’s part of his charm.

while you’re walking, you hear a faint voice in the very distance, the figure waving his hand.

as he gets closer, you recognize the boy.

“hyung, hyuuuung!” he calls out, trying to catch up to you.

he reaches you quickly, gently holding onto your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“a-are you busy..?” he asks, panting softly from all that running.

“we should— um… hangout. just the two of us, y’know…?”

he realizes he’s been talking to fast, not giving you a chance to respond.

“ah— i-if you’re free, of course…!” he blurts out, his cheeks flushed a cute shade of red.