[A/n: No signal means its Hyunjin's pov!!! HUZZAH!]

How the hell do you say ramble, without getting the r and l wrong? It's a korean thing.

"Lamberu, pfft not even close. Rramboreu, I swear my tongue was fine earlier!" I grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging it a bit to let out my frustration.

"Uhhh, hey?" My head shot up only to be greeted by Seungmin. Beautiful, one thing that crossed my mind when I saw him.

His ears got red, maybe from the cold. The red haired boy cleared his throat before shoving a bunch of snacks in my face.

"Here, eat all of this. It's time to rest. You've worked hard so far, Hyunjin." Seungmin avoided eye contact with me. He focused on the props beside me.

"T-thank you, Seungmin. You've worked hard too." Why the hell do you have to stutter Hwang Hyunjin? I took all the food from his hands, proceeding to put them in my lap. My stomach growled, oh great, you have no shame stomach.

"I'll go now." Out of instinct I reached his hand. Why? The question lingered in my mind for awhile.

"Can you please help me with the lines?" Where and how did I manage to say that. That I will never know.

I followed where Seungmin's eyes were looking, it was on our linked hands. Feeling the heat rise up my ears, I quickly let go.

"It's fine, I'll help you." He smiled, his eyes following the way his lips curved. Wonderful, he definitely look best smiling.

"Thank you so much, Seungmin. You're heaven sent!" I smiled back, feeling my eyes do the same. Seungmin averted his gaze to his shoes, his cheeks a little red like his hair.

"No problem, Hyunjin. If a classmate is in need, then I should help them with it." A classmate. I'm starting to regret learning that word now.

Atleast, I get to spend my time with this pretty guy here.

💋

Short, but heya ;)

What's up? The ceiling.