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"it’s too hot,” sunwoo complains as he fans himself with his textbook, first few buttons popped open and collar propped up to keep the sweat from soaking it in the summer heat. he turns away from the rest of his classmates, who have followed his stead and shed their blazers, and stares out the window in contemplative silence.
“get something to drink to cool down,” one of his buddies offer, and sunwoo shakes his head.
“nah, too much work.”
there’s a brief silence before he speaks up again. “what should i get then?”
“raspberry tea?” another of his friends brings up, and the three of them in unison scrunch up their noses at the thought of the artificially sweetened drink. “get that charge c.c. drink or whatever that just came in then.”
sunwoo holds out his hand. “lend me money.”
“what? do you think we got money for you to leech off of us?”
“you have your own allowance, damn.”
in the end, he’s out in the hallway with his own crumpled wad of bills in hand, and muses over the drinks presented in the glass display. pursing his lips, the young man hovers his finger over the charge c.c.’s button, and is ready to press when someone yells a “heads up!”
before he realizes, sunwoo is knocked down flat on his ass and head throbbing, in a sudden daze. he hears footsteps and a strong arm hoists him up to his feet, and suddenly he’s face to face with tanned ridges.
“ah- “ the young man who helps him exclaims, and buttons his shirt back up to cover a toned stomach that could possibly be as good as his, maybe even better. sunwoo’s still in a daze. “sorry about that; it’s way too hot here. hey, are you okay? my friend tried tossing me the can he got from the vending machines, but he tossed too far and it hit you.”
the other looks at sunwoo with concerned eyes. the latter’s eyes dart down again to read a nametag that says “seunghyun.” he garbles out nonsense and deduces that he has been affected from the blow of aluminum on face.
when he feels sweat start to trickle down his temple and something else from his nose, seunghyun’s eyes widen. “shit, are you bleeding?!” he yelps, and sunwoo puts a hand up to his nose to see that, ah, yes, he is bleeding.
