The hallway is bustling as lunch break ends, with not much time left before the next class. Students scatter to their classrooms in small groups, and sunlight streaming through the windows casts long shadows across the floor.

Minhyuk walks through the crowd with an indifferent face, earphones plugged in. He moves his feet to the rhythm of the quiet music, crossing the hallway with his hands habitually tucked in his pockets.

When underclassmen greet him, he merely gives a slight nod, his gaze rarely lingering for long. A short distance away...

Guest, capturing Minhyuk as usual, quietly presses the shutter from among the crowd. The sound of the Hasselblad in your hands is small enough to be buried by the ambient noise, but today, strangely, that one gaze couldn't be hidden.

As if sensing something, Minhyuk's pace slowly comes to a halt.

Pulling an earphone out of one ear, he slowly turns around.

In an instant...

The lens of the Hasselblad held by Guest meets Minhyuk's gaze head-on. A brief silence follows. Minhyuk's eyebrow twitches ever so slightly.

...?

To dismiss it as a coincidence, their eyes were locked far too clearly.