It was a beautiful summer day: a plump sun the color of mature oranges was stuck in the sky, soaking everything in his light, the grass, the bloomed flowers,

even the pale boy who was sitting in his garden with a book in one hand and its relative bookmark in the other. His short black hair were boiling under the

heat and sweat was slowy drizzling down his neck but he didn't mind, his eyes fixed onto the pages of the book.

How much he hated summer school was unbearable but at least he could enjoy these brief moment of total calmness in his garden before going to his

lectures. A gentle breeze brought a wave of freshness he greatfully appreciated, then his slender figure got up, pitting the bookmark into the precious book

and he went to get his school bag.

The bus was cramped with all the other students that along with him had to get summer credits to get the scholarship they wanted. A bright future cost a

higher price if you are not from a rich family. As a double major in letterature and music he had to study twice as hard, but, again, he didn't mind. Studying

something he loved was interesting more than heavy. Nobody could say Do Kyungsoo wasn't one if the brightest student of his school.

"Hard to concentrate with all this heat" said the person next to him, clasping his hand onto his shoulder.

"That is because you are wearing a swaeter, Chanyeol" responded the other gigling. "May I ask why?"

"Because I just bought it and wanted to show it to Baekhyun. Plus it is really soft"

"And really hot. Take it off. You can show it to Beak when you seen him, not in the bus when there is not air conditioning"

Chanyeol frowned and did as he was told, trying not to hit anyone in the crowded bus and managing to hit his head on the ceiling.

"Be careful you giant" laughed Kyungsoo. "You can't go to the unfirmary for the third time in two days"

"I swear I didn't mean to trip down the stairs last time. My shoe laces were untied and..."

"I know, I know. Just be careful ok? As your friend I get worried." 

Chanyeol flashed him one of his famous smiles and thanked him.

If there was something Kyungsoo was certain of was that they were going to be best friends for a long time, even after graduation, even after college. After

all, it was him who helped Chanyeol with his first uality crisis the year before, who dried his tears and conforted him untill he met beakyhun and it was

Chanyeol who got him out of his relentless lonelines. At least, when they were together.

At home it was only him and the books, music to cover the silence, songs to fill the heart.

The cicadas were singing loud that day outside the cllassroom window, shouting almost, but Kyungsoo couldn't receive their message. Maybe they were

warning him, maybe they were only making noise to cover the silence themselves.

Ah, what a hot day it was.

"Alright, quiet down. Professor Kim is absent today his students will come to our class. Some of you may have to share their desk ok?"

Kyungsoo wasn't paying attention, nor was he listening, he was simply gazing at the scenary outside the window?s glass: everything seemed to shine

brighter that day under the sunlight caress. Almost too bright.

"I'm sorry, can we share textbooks?"

Kyungsoo almost fell off the chair: sitted next to him, a tall and hazel skinned student was looking at him with a gentle gaze. Professor Kim's student. Right.

"Sure." He responded, looking at the newcomer: he was certain he had already met him somewhere. That slim figure, those bleached blonde hair... oh, he

was one of the dancers he worked with for the school's festival the year prior.

"I'm Kim Jongin. Do you remeber?" Asked the guy with a tiny smile, just as though he had read the other's mind.

"Yes, you were one of the main dancers. My name is Do Kyungsoo."

His interest flicked: Kim Jongin seemed nice, but he was too tired to start a conversation so he kept his mouth shut and returned to his beautiful daydream outside the window. He didn't even noticed he was tapping with his finger along with a melody inside his head until the bell rang. What a day it was to dream, not at all to pay attention to a lecture he knew by heart.

It was going to be a long day.