Yixing's POV    I saw Joonmyun staring at the new kid. The "mysterious" one. Seungcheol? (A/N: Seventeen!) Seunghye? Seungh- You know what, I'll call him Panda! He has those dark eye circles. Like Tao! Anyways, back to my hubby.    "Myun, why are you staring at that kid?" He jumped, startled at my y voice.    "Seungho?" So that's his name. "I don't know. He just looks so distraught." Oh no.    "Myun, no. We're not going to-"    "Let's go talk to him. Maybe we can-"    "We don't even know him! He could be danger-"    "No he's not! Now, get up we're talking to him."    "Myuuuuuun~! I don't want tooooooo!" I whined. He crossed his arms and gave me that look.    "Zhang Yixing. Get up. Now." His foot tapped against the floor. I tried my best to resist. But I just couldn't do it.    "Uggggghhhh! Fine!" I got up and noisily pushed my chair in. "If it weren't for you and your iness and your authoritive tone...." I continued to grumble as we made our way to Seungho.    "Excuse me, but I'm Joonmyun and this is my boyfriend, Yixing." Seungho looked up at us blankly.    "Seungho." He grunted. "Why are you guys here?" He asked bluntly. Well, .    "You know, for a panda, you're really mean." The words flew out of my mouth before I could take it back. Joonmyun gasped and slapped me on the chest.    "Yixing!" Just then a loud laugh filled our ears. We turned to the panda and saw him doubled over, clutching his stomach. His laughter made me feel.... bubbly.    "Umm, panda-sshi? Are you okay?" He wiped a tear away from his eyes and his breathing slowly went back to normal.    "Yixing-sshi, please stop. I'm really going to pee my pants if you continue." Joonmyun looked at him weirdly.    "So is it okay if I call you panda-sshi?" He nodded happily. Just like a little kid.    "Go ahead. As a matter of fact, you can call me panda hyung." He giggled at the last two words. Wow. He's... really cute. Eyy, Yixing! Stop it! You have a boyfriend. Huff.    "Well, Seungho, we noticed you were a little sad." Joonmyun placed his hand on panda hyung in a motherly way. "What's wrong?"    He started sulking. "It's just... I'm starting to feel weird about one of my friends." Me and Myun looked at him, confused.    "What do you mean?" He sighed.    "I don't know. The average person's heart beats 60 to 80 times a minute, right? So why does my heart feel like it beats 20 times more than that? It's starting to get chilly outside, right? So why am I getting sweaty and stuffy? I'm not in a relationship with him, so why am I getting jealous when he's around someone that's not me?" Me and Myun shared a knowing glance and I smiled widely.    "Panda hyung! You're in love." I drew an invisible heart with my fingers as I sang the sentence. Panda hyung stared a