Seungmin walked down the hallway, eyes scanning for any sign of disorder. His heart skipped when he bumped into a girl—her uniform wrinkled, hair a tangled mess, and a stain on her sleeve.
No... this is bad...
"Sorry," she mumbled, distracted by her phone.
"Uh, you might want to clean up..." Seungmin’s voice trembled as he quickly reached for his sanitizer bottle. "Your shirt... it’s dirty."
She glanced at him, unbothered. "It’s fine. I’m not worried about it."
Seungmin flinched. How can she not care?
"oh...Well, I guess I’m your nightmare then," she teased, raising an eyebrow he was the guy obsessed with cleaning everyone talked about.
He froze. "Kinda..." he mumbled, rubbing his gloves nervously.
"Anyway," she shrugged, "see you in class."
Seungmin’s heart raced. This is going to be interesting.