Tao's an awkward teenager with awkward, nerdy friends in a hellhole commonly referred to as 'school'. He soon finds that some members of the student body need to be taught their place.

Tao awakens with a start, eyes wide, breath quick and raspy. He whirls around, but the danger the blonde faced is nowhere in sight. The moon shines above, and Tao has the sudden urge to move. He thinks that dream was real. But it was a dream, he reminds himself. Dreams are imagination. Dreams are unreality.

Yixing takes a trip to the art gallery for a much needed break from studying for his university entrance exams. Soon he learns that nothing is as it seems, and art galleries can, in fact, be dangerous.

He had a deep voice, and when I reached for him he didn’t flinch as I ran my hands along his face, trying to place his features and remember them permanently underneath my steady hands. He was the only one that didn’t flinch. The rest did.