⌗; hyung! ⌗
It was only 7:45 A.M., students beginning to flood into the halls of Geumjo High, and Minghao had already found himself in a similar situation he was in last week. His sneakers squeaked as he pivoted harshly at a corner. His black Jansport backpack hung over one shoulder as it bounced before hitting against his side with each stride he took. A chorus of angry highschoolers -- he supposed they were third year students since he didn't recognize the majority of their voices -- hollered after him. He really should be more careful where he sets foot. That was why he was in this mess anyway.
His silver locks flopped against his forehead as he squeezed his way through the crowds of students. Minghao had gotten particularly fast considering how often he'd find himself in these sort of occurrences. To be quite honest, he found enjoyment in these little goose hunts since it was indeed more interesting than his experiences at home. To put it simply, he did enjoy the attention very much, and he felt his cheeks ache from having been smiling for so long.
He craved the recognition and the thrill. A soft chuckle bubbled from within his chest and he slowed down his pace slightly knowing he had quite a bit of a lead on them. Eventually, the voices began to fade and suddenly it became rather quiet. A little too quiet even. The silence left Minghao in a state of slight uneasiness, and soon he found himself chewing on his lip gently as the reticence endured for a few moments longer. He was about to take another step towards his first period of the day when he was tugged backwards by the hood of his favorite white and light yellow hooded jacket. God, why did he have to wear that sweater today out of all days? His backpack slipped off of his shoulder, the strap falling into his hand as he shimmied out of the jacket as quickly as he could in order to escape the senior's grasp. He darted towards the crowd of students he could see through the glass on the double doors leading to the next hall, pushing against the polished wood before nearly toppling over a familiar pink haired individual.