Kyungsoo's POV    "Malhaeyo MAMA, MAMA~!" My alarm clock bursted my eardrums and I swatted my hand aimlessly. Finally, my hand came in contact with the damn thing and it shut up. I sat up lazily and rubbed my eyes. They were blinded by the douchebag sun that hung far above reach in the cloud-decorated sky. I threw off my blanket and headed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I usually don't say this, but goddamn Kyungsoo, you are one fine motherer. Even in the morning. I laughed at the thought and got ready. Teeth brushed? Check. Hair brushed? Check. Uniform? Check. y self? Hell to the yeah~! I looked at the clock. 6:15. Damn, gonna be late. On the first day of highschool, too. I raced down the stairs and saw my family eating their breakfast. I grabbed some toast, kissed my umma on her cheek, kissed my little sister on her head, fist bumped my appa, and shouted an unecessarily loud 'GOODBYE~!'.    The moment I stepped a foot outside, I saw a car packed with my five best friends. Luhan ( the adorable, deer eyed hyung that no one thinks is older than three), Joonmyun (the grandpa), Baekhyun (the guyliner freak with a voice that could make you melt), Tao (wushu panda, nuff said), and last, Minseok (the oldest of the bunch, yet no one can tell because of his baozi cheeks and very, VERY short height). Our hyungs are actually babies. Then there's me. Do Kyungsoo. There's not much to me. I sing pretty well. My eyes are huge. A lot of people think I look confused most of the time. Because I kinda am... Oh,and I'm gay. (Shocker? No? Okay... :c ) Luhan drove all of us to school and we made it just in time. We rushed to the school after parking. The parking lot is like 505849534057 miles away from the school! We were panting and huffing when we entered the building. All eyes were on us. Well, I guess you don't see six handsome boys sprawled all over the floor, gasping for air everyday. We all got up and made our way to the office to get our schedules. Nobody's POV    The six walked to the main office. They opened the door and saw six other boys standing in there, too. The woman at the desk became flustered at the sight of twelve y high school students in her office. 'Calm down, Kangji. They're just students. Just students.' She chanted in her head. She asked for everyone's names and gave them their schedules. They all left after recieving their papers. Surprisingly, all twleve boys had the same first class. They walked down the hallw