it typically isn’t surprising to minkyu anymore, running into new castmates. typically, though, he doesn’t take it quite so literally. rounding the corner, kyu finds himself face-to-chest colliding with someone he hasn’t yet had the pleasure of meeting (despite maybe the occasional glance in the communal room). an expletive in a yelped korean leaves his mouth and a hand raises automatically to rub at his nose before embarrassment floods across his features. “oh no,” he whimpers, springing backwards so as to inspect the damage (hardly any, of course, given kyu’s size -- or lack thereof). cheeks flushed pink and ears tinted red, a shy gaze lifts onto his taller victim. “so, so sorry. can i -- er, are you hurt?”