Smells of dust ,

Old woody shelves 

and rusty racks .

Smell of the old library

Baekhyun had been in this room since the first bell , reading old books kept in this room for ages . Pages by pages , chapters by chapters , books by book he flipped through . Almost every book in the room he had already read . With thick glasses he wore , frigde long enough to cover his forehead and skin as pale as whipping cream , beautiful as a doll . But if you ask anyone "Who's he ? " , doubt every answer is the same . " Never seen him before . "

Blame no one because he's a shadow.

The last bell rang moments ago but the boy stayed and continue reading his books. Until late evening when he decide to go home, orange rays of sunset shine the room with it's beauty and soon covered with mile moonlight . Books back to its original positions and chairs push in neatly . He grab his bag walks toward the exit . Lights switched off and door locked with a 'click'. Hallways are dark as a haunted house but no fear in him . The word fear doesn't belong to him . What is there to be afraid of when you are living in fear . He'd ask god why he's still alive every night before sleep took over him . Sitting in his bed , body cruls in the corner of his room . He never thinks about his past. The only thing made him remember is the scar and pain . Everytime the pain returns , he'd swallow few pain killers to force the pain away and puts himself to sleep . When Sun rises , he'd wake up from a bad dream and sweat all over his body .

" I hope you'll go home earlier . It's dangerous out there . " a voice came behind him and he turns his back to face the owner .

He bowed at the teacher as a greeting. It's was one of his teacher . The ones who lets him do whatever he wants if he mantain good grades which was never his concern and doesn't do anything wrong to harm himself and the school .

The teacher sigh the walk closer to him , rufles the boy's hair messy . " Be careful on your way , erts will hover over you if they sees you . " the teacher then walk past him , waving his hand with a file . " Hope to see you in class soon too . " the teacher added .

"Class, pipe down we got a new student. " the teacher anounce as she walk into the classroom.

The students did what they were told and sit on their respective chair .

" Come in. " the door slide open again and reveal a tall raven haired boy . Wearing black leather jacket , headphone hung around his neck , and a leopard print backpack sling one side on his shoulder .

" Kids , he's Huang Zitao . An exchange student from China. Please get along underderstand." the teacher introduced , not noticing the chinese had already seated himself on the empty seat at the corner of the class. Students flinch at his quite apearance. "Now, Tao... oh?" the teacher finally noticed Tao dissaperance . " Huang-Shii , aren't you going to introduce yourself ? "

Tao stares at the teacher.

" O~kay , that's ..... quiet ? Anyhow , that's all for homeroom . " after that , the students watch their teacher exiting the room. They were just about to have a better look at the new mysterious student yet the set is empty. 

 Tao let his feet walks him wherever , volume turned full blast and music banging his eardrum as he explore the new surrounding . He got the whole day to do so since it's his first day . His steps slowly stops as he found a dark hallway blocked with the sign " Teachers Only " " No student allowed " .

He pull down his headphone. Soon a smirks was hung on his sharp figures.

" Interesting . "

Ignoring the sign , he walks in skipping . Just like his personality , he always do whatever he wants . He got a big ego . His ego and starborness is so big that nobody can stop him . Not even his parents who had gave up . But that doesn't stop his parents loving him . They spoiled him in fact . Mr Huang will give his son whatever his wants . From a toy to asets . Yet , Tao is thoughful . He didn't want his parents money , fame or whatever . He like everything to be simple . Despite his addiction for a brand called  ' Gucci ' and a fearsome wushu talent .

Tao pouted with his arms crossed as stare at the dead end in front . There's nothing in this hallways . Tao cliked his tongue for disapointment and annoyance , angry as he thought he was pranked by the sign . Cursing himself , he turn around and found himself lost . 

' Great ! You're ego had got you into a big trouble . Zitao . '

Baekhyun is back in the old library. Reading the book he last read from yesterday as he gently flips through the pages and carefuly scan the words written on the yellow page . 

tap ...

He look up , facing the window .

Tap ...

someone's coming .

TAp ...

He look over his shoulder

TAP ....

...

...

SILENT

" Who's there ? "