The sounds of fingers swiftly striking plastic keyboard keys were oddly relaxing for a certain teenager. They tuned a amelodious symphony of the mundane and boring, exactly what he needed after having engaged in such heated conversations. His sisters, and now, the boy he was fond of. He was a walking mess, causing sadness to the people he adored. Maybe he wasn't a good person at all, that his paranoia to not be a bad, callous individual, has caused him to be opposite, becoming a counter-self-fulfilling-prophecy.

“You terrible ing bastard...!” he cursed at the reflection he saw at the screen of the phone. Furious at the sight of his own face, he turned the screen over, letting it charge without having to stare right at himself. In the meantime, sat at a computer, he perused an online forum where people shared their troubles. Many of the questions being about beauty, finances, personal relationships and mental health. Casually scrolling, he came across a question that made him scroll right back up, and reread it:

'I am in love with the wrong person, what should I do?'

Piqued by the familiarity of the question, Kyungsoo clicked on it, where he found a myriad of different answers and arguments.

'There is no such thing as the wrong person to love.'

An opinion Kyungsoo seemed to nod along; why is there love, if the person may individually be disagreeable to the person in question?

'Love isn't always magical, you sometimes make it work, even if it's hard.'

Though young, the fair student could sympathise with the level of commitment needed to keep a relationship afloat; it reminded him of his parents, they worked hard, even through the silence and the arguments, because at the end of their troubles, they still had each other.

'To get over someone, slide under another.'

Kyungsoo was lost on that one; what did that mean? Like a game of twister?

'You can't wish love away.'

Kyungsoo smiled resentfully, uttering to himself “You don't know the half of it.”

After his phone had its fill, Kyungsoo headed out of the computer room, looking at the device and acknowledging that he had time to spare. Seeing as he would not see Chanyeol, he decided to drop by Luhan's class.

His enviously attractive friend was indeed in his homeroom class, right a couple of corridors away from his own. Kyungsoo entered the opened door and looked around the classroom for his friend. Needless to say, due to the vibrant nature of his friend's hair, he detected him easily. He sat near the middle of the class, cans upon his ears, bobbing his head as his were glued to the screen of his phone. He approached the unsuspecting boy and placed his hands on the boy's shoulder, giving them a squeeze:

“Luhan.”

“Ah, Mother of - “ cursed the boy, shrinking and twisting due to the sudden press on his shoulder. He removed his cans and glared behind him. His glare softened into relief and sighed, “Holy marbles, Kyungsoo, that scared the sanctity out of me.”