REBOUND ✔️

🥥 one

lee minho strolled through the corridor, his hands buried in his jeans pockets. it was his first day of his second and last year of college, and he was excited. he would be taking over the dance team as captain this year, he was set to get the highest grades in his sports major, and he had the perfect girlfriend to spend the year with.

in fact, he was on his way to see her now.

he knocked on her door twice, stepping back a bit and waiting for her to open it. the door swung open, and he was met with the face of chaeyoung's roommate, dahyun, who rolled her eyes at him. "chae, it's him," she shouted to her friend, leaving him at the door.

chaeyoung then appeared, still in her pyjamas. "what are you doing here?" she said with a sighed, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

"i was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast with me, my treat." he leaned on the other side of the doorframe, reaching his hand out to the female. "maybe we can talk things over and—"

"minho, i meant what i said. this is the end of us, and nothing will change that," she said, her voice sounding almost sympathetic. "please just move on." with that, she closed the door on him, leaving the male on his own in the corridor.

minho sighed, before turning around and punching the wall, immediately regretting it as he held his fist close to his chest, making his way to the stairs. he bit his lip, trying not to wail out in pain.

"you idiot," he mumbled to himself as i got to the stairs, before bumping into whoever had just reached the top.

"hey, who are you calling an idiot?" the person exclaimed, almost towering over minho because of his height.

minho scoffed. "none of your business, now get out of my way—"

"you're bleeding. are you okay?" the taller male said, immediately pulling minho's uninjured hand from the other and examining the cut across his knuckle and the bruising that began to appear. "come on, if you don't treat it, it could get infected."

the unknown male then proceeded to reach for his wrist pulling him up another flight of stairs. minho was speechless. why did this person care so much about him? he didn't even know him. and another question that ran through minho's mind: why was he so hot?

they reached the top of the stairs, and minho yanked his hand out of the other's grasp. "okay, not that i don't appreciate you trying to help me, but why are you exactly?" he questioned, and the other male sighed.

"because i think you're cute, and anyone who doesn't help someone in pain is an asshole," he explained, then reaching his hand out to the shorter male. "i'm hyunjin by the way."

minho took his hand hesitantly, shaking it once. "minho," he said simply, pulling his hand away again. he didn't notice the red flush that had risen to his cheeks, but hyunjin surely did.

"let's get to my room. i have a first aid kit in there," hyunjin said, leading the older down the corridor to his room.

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