the day was turning out to be any other day, staying up late to practice and waking up early for classes. he was used to the routine, after all, he did promise his parents that his studies wouldn't be neglected even after turning pro. " yeah bro, i gotta head out- i'm going to the training facility. " he prepares to bid adieu to his university friends, until he feels something underneath one of his air jordans. crouching down on the floor, he picks up a black, leather wallet, noting the designer emblem. it was easy to tell whom this belonged to, as all he had to do was check the school I.D. on the inside. lo and behold, his heart drops to his stomach upon seeing the name, stopping in his tracks. " yang jongho ?! " hyunki almost shouts at the top of his lungs, which was very much unlike him. it was a name that anyone could recognize if you happened to go to the same school as him. it was also someone who he had seen a couple of times, and . . well, he'd rather not get into how he felt about the guy. thankfully, there was a contact number of some sort on the back of the school I.D. taking his phone from his pocket, he bites his lower lip, staring down at the blank SMS conversation, groaning before hesitantly typing up a message.