Zhou Mi notices her first because she's different - her hair is barely shoulder-length, she's wearing loose-fitting jeans instead of skinny leggings, and she's not tottering around in heels but striding forward in Converses. She has an easy sort of confidence that Zhou Mi likes, in addition to the slim form of her body and the round sweetness of her face, which crinkles into a smile when he chases after her and tells her, in his stuttering Korean, that she dropped something from one of her bags.

"Thank you," she replies and her voice is lower than he expects but soft and warm, making him think suddenly of long, lazy nights with her lips pressed into his neck and her hands sliding over his skin. He shivers and she watches him with knowing eyes, still smiling.

I-IDK. ::GIVES UP::