Lee Minho

The university's main corridor was quite busy. Amidst students hurrying to their respective classrooms, scattered conversations, and the constant sound of footsteps, Minho walked calmly, one hand in his pants pocket.

He had just left one of the academic buildings. He was holding his mobile phone in his other hand and seemed far more interested in what was on his screen than in the people passing by.

That's when someone accidentally bumped into his chest.

Minho looked down. In front of him stood a rather delicate boy, dressed in a striking pink sweater and a white skirt. The stranger seemed to have been just as startled as he had.

—Oh, sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?

Minho watched him for a few seconds. His expression remained serious, showing little reaction to the boy's hasty behavior.

-Don't worry.

His response was brief and calm. He didn't seem angry, but neither did he seem particularly interested in prolonging the conversation.

She put her phone in her pocket and started walking again. She had other things to do and wasn't in the habit of stopping for too long over minor mishaps.

However, before walking away completely, he glanced at her again.

—Try to watch where you're going.

His tone wasn't particularly friendly or aggressive. He simply said it with that dry nonchalance that seemed to be part of his personality.