#plotisitreally

Yesung was rushing, and he was rushing away from his mother. She had shown up everyday this week. He swore that his hair was at least the whitest of whites. Dodging the others in his direction he failed to notice the golden apple resting a few feet in front of him causing him to rudely topple over someone. Groaning Yesung sat up looking at the person underneath him. his hand racking nervously though his hair as he looked around to see many people looking at them. Fidgetting he tried to act as normal as he could helping the other up and sitting him down on the bench checking him over quietly.