Ten sleepily walks on the way to their room, hands on his mouth, yawning. Doyoung and Yuta are on his side, talking about something he don't know and will never bother to know. Suddenly, a girl goes on him, but he just keeps his eyes in front. “Are you new on this school?”

He lifts his brow, asking, “What the are you saying?” The girl frowns, holding her books more tight on her chest. Ten continues on walking, feeling the stares Yuta and Doyoung are giving him. “U-Uh. This is the first time I see you?”

Ten snorts. “Really?” Stopping himself from laughing is hard, you know. The girl nods, although she's confused.

“Miss, are you trying to hit on our friend here? Wait, I know you! You are the one who called Ten, this guy, an ugly!” Yuta clings an arm around his shoulder and as he exclaims that, he's emphasizing his words. The girl looks more confused and she squints her eyes, examining him.

Her eyes get bigger when she realized that the guy she was talking with earlier is none other than the red and black haired guy that she always tease back then. “This cannot be. Impossible.” She laughs.

“Impossible? Huh—”

“Uh? Sorry, Miss. We are late for our next class.” Ten excuses and walk past the girl, dragging his friends with him. They left the girl dumbfounded.

Ten pushes his bottom him out, focusing on his notes that are lying on the bed. He sighs, not wanting to review anymore. He got five hours in studying and it's good because it is Saturday today. They will have a hundred and fifty items test on Monday. “Ten! You want pancakes?!” Yuta shouts from the kitchen. His mouth waters at the mention of his favorite food.

He stands and in just a minute, he is on the kitchen. “Give me.” He says, as he sits on the stool. Yuta beams at him before placing down a plate with three layers of pancakes on his front. Ten wipes his drool, slicing his pancakes one by one. 

Sicheng walks right inside with his heavy steps, startling Ten and Yuta. Of course, the Japanese is happy as he see his favorite little 'brother' again. He points at the pancakes and Ten can see the hesitance in Sicheng's eyes but nonetheless, the guy nods. Yuta happily gives him.

Ten is munching his food, while watching Yuta pace back and forth to wash the dishes. Doyoung comes into the scene, yawning. He had a good sleep, for sure. “So, Ten, how about your plans on taking Taeyong out for a date again?” Yuta opens the latest subject for them, again. He won't let Ten live a peaceful life even if it is just a week.

Ten thinks about his “Maybe next week? I got many things to do.” He answers, and after that, he stands up. He walks on to the sink and place his plate properly on it. It will be Doyoung's time on washing the dishes, they have schedule for that. Yuta doesn't respond verbally but he shakes his head.

“I heard that someone is hitting on him.” Doyoung murmurs, as he stuck a small piece of pancake on his mouth. Ten nods, well, he doesn't have anything to stop that. It's up to Taeyong if he will turn down that person, like he did with Ten. He admits that he's still sad, but it was a way to be strong on taking another chance.

He sits again and just flopped his head on the table, earning a big noise. Yuta saves three pancakes for Taeil (probably he's on a date with his rich boyfriend) and proceeds to eat his. “You know that Ten is very— um, wise. He wants to date him first before hitting on him. Pfft.”  The Japanese guy snickers.

“If you hit on him first, then there's really no chance for you to date him. He's very picky.” Ten argues. Yuta opens his mouth to insist but Doyoung beats him into it. 

“True.” Yuta snorts. He was just enlightening their atmosphere. He whispers slowly to Sicheng, who is much out of place, what they where talking about. The guy nods, he understands it when it was slowly.

“You've gotten your whole plan in your hands, Ten.” Doyoung assures, making Ten trust his words. He nods, he feels so assured that his friends are there for him, as always.

“So, anyone likes pizza?” Taeil interrupts, as he walks inside the kitchen and place the box in front of them. “M-Me? I w-want one.” Sicheng stammers through his words, making the oldest coo at him and pinch his cheeks. They're glad that Sicheng is slowly opening up to them.

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Ten continues on eating his snacks, after a long time on their test, surely he will be hungry. He ate his lunch, yet, nothing can surpass the level of his hunger right now. His mind is empty, pouring out all of what he studied that Saturday. Yuta and Doyoung are on the line, fighting on what they will buy. Good thing that he brought something to eat.

“Are you alone?” Someone makes his way on him. Ten looks up, to see an unfamiliar guy standing beside him, a tray on his hands. He lifts his brow up. “No,” He answers.

“Oh, is that so? I'm finding a chair that's available.” Ten looks upon the whole room, there's really no seat that isn't occupied. He sighs, there is only three of them, and their table have six seats. 

“You can sit there.” He points at the chair opposite his. The guy nods. “I'm Yukhei, but you can call me Lucas if you want. Sorry for bothering you.” Yukhei smiles at him. Ten shakes his head, as a sign of saying that he isn't a bother. He notice that the guy is a year below them, based on his patch. 

“I'm Ten.” He replies, shortly after crumpling his snack's plastic and throwing it inside his bag. Yukhei takes out his hand while Ten shakes it with his. He doesn't know why he feels so comfortable around this guy. It just happened. Doyoung and Yuta comes back, questioning him on who's the male sitting on their table. He didn't answer them, though.

He pulls his tray that was sitting on Doyoung's hand. Again, he's still hungry. It is full of biscuits and junk foods. His mouth waters. “You picked this up for me, Dons?” Doyoung groans at the mention of his nasty nickname. It is made by his boyfriend but is used by his friends. World is so cruel— not really, to him.

“You didn't say anything you want and you al