It was after school. Not much transpired during the day. A quick call to Chanyeol's house by Kyungsoo, revealed that he slept the day away. As to why he was allowed, it was reasoned by the taller boy as “Looking as crap as you might think.” After a jeering conversation with the taller boy, Kyungsoo bid his friend to take care and hopefully see him the next day.

Kyugsoo headed to the theatre found at the back where rehearsals would now take place. Upon entering the stage, he a lone Jongin sitting on the edge of it, feet dangling as he entertained himself with music. As he approached the stage, the handsome boy raised his head, and as though they knew each other well, Jongin beamed brightly at the boy, eyes lighting in elation, with hope and gladness encrusted in the curves of his full lips. He popped his headphones out, hopped off the edge and greeted the fair student by the audience seats.

“Kyungsoo, you're here! Does that mean you change your mind?” Jongin queried excitedly.

“Ah, no,” Kyungsoo shook his head. He saw the handsome boy's deflate in front of him. The mild student was truly endeared by the pout the boy in front of him wore, making his subtle heart jump “But, I want to show you why.”

“How?”

Kyungsoo began to ruffle through his bag “Erm...I'll act out something and you'll see,” the modest student struck his own forehead, condemning his unpreparedness “Ah, crap, I have no scripts on me right now.”

“Wait,” Jongin's inner bulb lit. He rushed to the seats in the front row “Mr. Yang's folder is here, maybe he has something.” He began to rummage through the document.

“Where is everyone, anyway?” The modest student asked, looking at the vacant stage and seats.

“When I got here there was nobody, I presume everybody went to get props for rehearsals...” He flicked through different papers – pamphlets for events, timetables, sketches, and scripts, “Here we go,” Jongin pulled a bunch of papers stapled together. He rushed to Kyungsoo's side and handed him the script, “act this out.”

“Uh...” Kyungsoo's face grimaced at the play.

“What is it?”

“This is a printout of a scene of a play based on Lady Camille.”

“Is it no good?”

“It's alright, but, oh, well,“ he shrugged his worries away, the sooner he could convince Jongin of his inadequacy the sooner he'd lighten his heart of guilt, “Let's go on stage.”

“Me too?” Jongin pointed at himself, surprised.

“I need you to stand in.”

“Okay...”

Kyungsoo lead the way. Upon stage, the pair stood relatively close whilst Kyungsoo explained what the context of the scene was.

“This is the party-loving, -like courtesan's cry out of her ways; she is falling in love but refuses to, revelling instead in the ways of pleasure. You are the person that is causing her to doubt her very existence. Ooh...” Kyungsoo suddenly cringed. He was not confident in his dramatic mask or his weakening heart. The squeezing of his heart conveyed to him how reflective the piece seemed to be.

“What is it?”

“Nothing...” He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and stood in front of Jongin, releasing his air, “Alright.” he psyched himself.

Suddenly, the outlook of the fair student changed; his brows tensed into furious arches, his eyes hooded with a deat