He was going to be late, he was going to be late, he was going to-
Daehyun had been running for his life, as he still needed to adjust to the new schedule and memorize it. And of course, he was never late, but he always got antsy whenever he wasn't at least fifteen minutes early, which he'd long missed. So there he was, panting and out of breath and his bag halfway down his shoulder as he entered the classroom, to which he was not late.
"He-" deep breath, "-hello, professor Curtains," he nodded quickly towards the man, still agitated from his run - and he was not an athletic person - and scurried to the closest empty seat near the front. Only then did his eyes land on the strange cooler, and the word he wasn't sure he knew how to pronounce correctly. What will they be doing? |