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I.N. was encountering one inconvenience after another.
First, what he ordered online arrived broken and he needed to return it to get a replacement.
Second, to mail it back, he’d have to go to the UPS store that was located in the upper part of campus (read: far).
So I.N. decided he’d go after class when he’d be near that part of campus.
When class ended, I.N. started his journey uphill. Halfway there, he figured he could stop by the nearby drugstore because he was running out of shampoo.
But then I.N. stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t do that since he didn’t have his wallet on him.
“I don’t have my wallet...?” I.N. said aloud. “...Fuck. ”
I.N. was going to need his wallet if he wanted to mail his package, but he had left it in his room. Sighing, he defeatedly shuffled all the back down to the southern part of campus where his dorm was. Ugh, the box was killing his arms. So much for his “thinking ahead” to reduce travel time.
By the time he grabbed his wallet and trudged back to the upper part of campus, he was sweating. In his winter coat. That he wore because it was 40 degrees Fahrenheit today. He couldn’t take it off and carry it instead because his hands were full from holding his package.
Despite the cold and cloudy spring day, there were pink and purple flowers blooming on trees all around campus. Under one particularly short tree, I.N. spotted two guys ahead looking at the flowers together.
How nice. They must be smelling the flowers. I.N. thought as he slowly neared the two and could overhear their conversation.
“Minho-hyung, these flowers smell so good!” Jisung squealed, holding one flower out towards Minho to prove his point.
I.N. recognized Minho from one of his classes. He didn’t know much about him other than that he usually kept to himself. I.N.’s heavy box demanded his attention once again so he turned his head away from the two and kept trudging ahead.
“You should try eating it.”
I.N. snapped his head back towards the two, thinking he misheard. But sure enough, Minho was ripping off a petal from the flower that Jisung offered to him and popping it into his mouth. I.N. looked on incredulously, but kept walking so as not to draw their attention.
“Hyung...what in the–” Jisung started to say. I.N. wanted to ask him the exact same question. The Cool Hyung impression he had of Minho had shattered into a million pieces and was replaced with The Hyung that Eats Flowers.
“...Well, what does it taste like?” Jisung ended up asking.
“Spicy.”
“Really?” Jisung raised his eyebrows at the unexpected answer and looked down at the flower still in his hand. He contemplated for a moment before ripping off a petal and shoving it into his mouth.
“So you go around just picking flowers and eating them,” Jisung remarked while chewing.
“Yeah,” Minho replied. “It tastes spicy, right?”
I.N. had passed the two at this point and shook his head in disbelief.
What a weird duo.