Yesung always wore headphones so he could drown out the rest of the world. He just didn't want to hear it: all the gossip, all the whispering, all the speculation. The world was just filled with mindless chatter and it was all empty. He preferred to listen to music, he preferred to sing, he preferred to daydream. Strangers always thought he was weird because of his quiet and awkward nature, but it was more indifference than anything else, he chose not to care. He came to Seoul because of his dream, he wanted to attend a famous arts university and that required attending the correct high school. Yesung had to leave his family behind and they were very supportive of his dreams, so he was determined to be independent and self-sufficient. He lived alone even though he hated it, he kept up the appearances of being a model student at school, and he was club president of the choir club. Everything he did was meticulously planned out to bring him one step closer to arts school. He shut out the rest of the world so he wouldn't be distracted from the things he needed to do, but the world is unpredictable and it threw a wrench into the perfectly organized plan that was Yesung's life.   It was the first day of the fall semester. Yesung was busy singing to himself and relishing in the cool, crisp autumn air when he felt something snag his shoulder. The strap to his backpack had unraveled and all his belongings spilled out onto the ground. He hastily scooped up the scattered books and pencils before a notebook was suddenly in front of his face. Yesung looked up from the ground in annoyance, a young man with large brown eyes offered the notebook with a smile. The stranger reminded Yesung of autumn itself, the way his school uniform and maroon tie complimented his gold-streaked brunette hair was similar to fallen tree leaves that colored the season with gold, copper, and red hues. Yesung was staring up at him in stunned silence with half of his books crammed into his backpack. The student made a motion pointing to his ears and Yesung realized he still had his headphones on. He removed one ear bud and straightened himself out, still not accepting the notebook in the outstretched hand.   “I was asking if this was your notebook,” the young man had a deep voice as smooth as honey and he was about half a head taller than Yesung even though he was clearly a freshman, as his maroon tie indicated.   Yesung was mortified when he recognized his own name scribbled across the notebook cover. He accepted it with a thanks and an apologetic smile.   “You're much cuter when you smile, Yesung.”   Yesung's smile flattened into a frown as he read the name tag on the student's shoulder bag, “Cho Kyuhyun-shii, do you always speak to your elders informally?”   “My elders?” Kyuhyun scrutinized Yesung's appearance carefully, “You couldn't be more than a second year at Garam Jr. High, right?”   “More like a second year at Neul Paran High School,” Yesung spat out with annoyance, “Your upperclassman.”   Kyuhyun stared at Yesung in disbelief. The high school junior had a soft baby face with messy raven hair and an adorable pout, he didn't look a day over twelve except for the dangerous glare in his almond- shaped eyes. “I don't believe you, unless you're a genius and you skipped some years?”   Yesung turned red in the face and fumbled with the clasps of his ov