-Baekhyun's Point of View- “Do you remember that time, back in young school days? When we all had to make paper snowflakes in art?” Chanyeol says, almost whispering, like he is hesitant to remember. “We do not speak of that time.” I say, mustering the most serious, deep voice known to men, well to me anyway. Chan’s eyes widen; “What’s so bad about that time?” almost laughing, but slightly nervous for some reason. “Let’s just say, glitter, paper, scissors, glue