"How do I do this?" Chan stared down at the psychics worksheet laid out in front of him. A mixture of diagrams and word problems stared back at him. He had studied the example the teacher went over with him for quite some time, yet his mind still drew a blank. So, finally, he had turned to the boy sitting next to him. Seo Changbin. "Are you getting it?" His voice held a note of desperation as he tried to get a look at Changbin's paper.

Changbin turned towards the blond, seconds away from turning him down until he saw the genuine look of helplessness in his eyes. That, and he was friends with Lee Minho, who his friend Jisung had talked about countless times since he had first talked to him in Minho's dance class, and even pointed him out while the pair walked through the halls. Almost every time, Minho was walking next to the blond. After a few more hesitant moments, Changbin turned his whole body towards the blond. "What aren't you getting?" He asked, focusing on Chan's blank worksheet.

Chan leaned back in his chair, abandoning his pencil on the desk as he let out a sigh. "Everything." He pouted. "I just don't understand how the example can relate to solving this." Picking up the pencil, Chan pointed to the first problem. "Like doesn't this question use different terminology than in the example problem? What do I do when the question is this?" Now, the blond switched between the example question and the question right in front of him. Changbin listened patiently, trying to gauge which part of the whole thing was most difficult for Chan. "Am I just missing something?" Chan turned to the dark-haired boy besides him, confused and frustrated by the whole thing.

"No, it's fine. These problems can get a little confusing because of repetitive they are." Changbin grabbed his own pencil and paper to show Chan. "Like here," he pointed to the first problem, "they use the word 'solution' three times, which can kind of jumble your brain if you're just skimming over the question rather than reading it. So, you need to look at each different 'solution' and kind of write like little notes to what they connect to. And do that for other things, too. Because it looks like you understand the math part of it, along with the formulas, I think you're just struggling with the actual word part of it."

The blond nodded. "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, actually. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's actually a pretty common thing." Changbin smiled at him before turning back to his paper. "Think you got it now?"

"Um, yeah I think so." Chan's eyebrows pushed together as he began to concentrate, using his pencil to separate repeating phrases and write little notes on the sides like Changbin told him to. As he did so, he realized how helpful the boy had been. "Wow, it's actually working! Thank you!" He whispered excitedly to Changbin as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Time must've slipped his mind as he realized that him and the boy besides him are the only ones not ready to leave class.

Gathering his things, Chan just barely notices Changbin scribbling something on a note besides him. "Here," the boy shoved the note at the blond, "in case you need any more help on the homework."

Chan smiled, bowing his head in thanks at the gesture before shrugging on his bag and walking towards the door to find Minho already outside waiting. The blond clutches the note as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Hey Minho, how was math?"

Meanwhile, Changbin couldn't leave the class until a few minutes later since he was quite slow and meticulous when it came to putting his things away. He bowed to the teacher right before he slipped out, nearly knocking Jisung over.

"Changbin! What the hell took you so long? I've been waiting for you for a whole five minutes-"

The shorter male gripped Jisung's arm, pulling him along as he steered them in the direction of the cafeteria. "I just did you the biggest favor of your life, be grateful."

Jisung rolled his eyes, using his hand to push his honey-colored hair off his forehead, only to have it stubbornly fall back into place. "What favor could you have possibly done for me? Did you finish my history essay for me?" He asked eagerly, having been procrastinating writing it for the past week or so when it was due in just a few short days. Changbin shook his head.

"Better." He insisted, knowing that his friend would never guess.

"What? What could possibly be better than not having to do that stupid essay-"

Changbin smiled as he began to explain. "That blond guy Minho is always with is in my physics class, right? Well, today he asked for help and before he left the class I gave him my number in case he needed help later and I may have written your number on the back."

To say that Changbin could literally see Jisung's soul leave his body and come back almost a second later wouldn't be that big of an understatement. It was much more than a fatal amount of emotions that the shorter male could see in his friend's eyes during the moments of the words leaving his mouth and the moment Changbin was pulled into a bone-breaking hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Jisung spoke excitedly, bouncing up and down so aggressively that he made the shorter male jump up and down with him.

"Dude, you have to get me Jisung's number." Minho asked as him and Chan sat down at the lunch table. The blond had finished explaining the events that had taken place during the last few minutes of his physics class. Their other friends had yet to arrive, most likely in line to get their lunch rather than bringing something to eat from home like Chan and Minho. Or, rather, Minho bringing something from home and deciding to share with Chan.

The blond took the paper out of his pocket while Minho dug around in his bag to find the food. He looked over the number, reading it to himself under his breath. Afterwards, he began to fold it up when he noticed something written on the back.

His eyes widened as he unfolded it, revealing the phone number of Han Jisung.

"Minho." Chan barely managed to speak, looking up from the paper to his friend, who had turned to him in confusion.

"What?"

"Look." Was all he said as he held up the paper to show the back of the note.

Minho jumped back in shock, falling off the lunch table bench and onto the floor with a thud. At that same moment, the rest of their friends, Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Jeongin arrived to the table. Needless to say, they were thoroughly confused. But, the dark-haired boy on the ground didn't care as he jumped to his feet.

"You're kidding!" He screamed, not caring how loud his voice was as he ran over to shake Chan by his shoulders. "You wrote that yourself, right?"

"Nope." Chan paused, blinking twice. "But you should text him."

Minho turned away, his shoulders slumping. "No, I couldn't. He's too...him, you know?"

"But the opportunity is right here in front of you! You can't just let it slip like this!"

"Do I even want to know?" Jeongin asked, setting his tray down before climbing onto the bench so he could eat, the two other new arrivals following close behind him.

Hyunjin looked over at the two idiots. Minho looked like he was in despair, Chan had a pleading look in his eye. Nothing too out of the ordinary. "Probably not."

"I can't talk to Han Jisung the same way you can't talk to Felix!"

An idea popped into Chan's head, a sudden air of confidence coming over him. "I'll talk to Felix if you text Jisung right now."

It seemed that now the four boys who had joined them were interested in the conversation, leaning towards the pair with interest. "And how the hell did you manage to get Han Jisung's number?" Hyunjin asked, a smirk appearing on his features as if he didn't believe a single word coming out of the pair's mouths.

"His friend Changbin gave it to me apparently."

"Doubtful, but I'm inclined to believe you. Only if you text him right now, though." The youngest, Jeongin said, also smirking since he knew that Minho would never in a million years agree to Chan's proposal.

"Speaking of right now, look who's over there." Seungmin looked over to the cafeteria doors, where Lee Felix was walking in, headphones in and a scowl still placed on his lips. "Perfect time to make this little exchange, don't you think?" There wasn't a single doubt in his head that both of the boys would actually take the deal, they were far too predictable.

Surprisingly, though, Chan thrust the paper with Jisung's phone number into Minho's hands as he stood up abruptly, his eyes locked onto the boy who was stood at the vending machines across the room, his dark brown hair appearing only a slightly lighter color as the sunlight reflected across it.

After years of admiring Felix from afar, he was ready to risk it all if it meant that Minho would grasp the opportunity that had fallen into his lap.

"Wish me luck boys." Chan smiled, patting Minho's shoulder as he started towards the vending machines with a newfound confidence.

"Holy shit, Chan actually does have a spine."