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Luhan saw a faint blur of movement. Which was weird, since his eyes seemed to be closed. The dark splotches vaguely formed a hand. 

He mustered up the energy to wrench his eyes open and blinked blearily, surprised and a little nervous at the amount of faces that surrounded him. 

"W-where...where am..I?" He mumbled in utter confusion. What had happened? What was he even doing before this..accident? 

The faces all broke into big smiles and one of the guys answered him. "You're in the nurse's office at school, so don't be worried. Just had a wee encounter with someone's rugby ball." The guy shot a pointed look at one of the others and the latter shrank evidently in his place, looking down in shame.

Oh, so he was at school. Right. The memory flooded back to him and he winced at the zap of pain in his temple. He rubbed at his head and blinked again, attempting to mask the pain that gripped at his mind. He analysed the students around him. They were all unfamiliar, which was expected as he was so very new to the school. In fact, about 10 seconds fresh in before the son of a gun knocked him out.

There were five boys and three girls staring at him in curiosity. He felt rather uncomfortable under their scrutinising gazes and sat upright.

"Ehm, who...are you?" He asked hesitantly, at a loss of what he should say.

"Ah, sorry, I'm Taemin, and these are the guys: Jonghyun, Onew, Key and Minho. And these lovely ladies are Hwayoung, Solhee, and Rinah." The guy who first spoke gestured to the others.

"Sorry for hitting you with the ball." Minho apologised, while snapping under his breath to the ball tucked under his arm, 'bad ball!'

Luhan suppressed a laugh at the ridiculous sight. A girl, he assumed to be Rinah, stepped forwards and leaned on the bed, a bit close to him. Actually, too close for his liking. Although he could think of one person he didn't mind being that close with. Ah, thinking of her again? Geez, get a grip!

"Oppa, we're so so sorry!" She pouted 'cutely'.

Luhan shook his head and hands rapidly in denial. "It's fine, really. I feel fine." 

That was a total lie. 

His head felt like it had been mashed and ground to mince, and he was occasionally seeing double.

"Then in that case, let us give you a mini tour of the school." Taemin smiled wide and extended a hand.

Luhan didn't really want a tour, just to go back to sleep in his own warm comfy bed in Beijing. But he couldn't really refuse the kindness and opportunity to fit in. He smiled back weakly and took the hand, not knowing this was basically a declaration of faith in Taemin's group of kingkas. 

The tour was nice, and would've been better had he been paying attention to the enthusiastic group of youngsters leading him around, instead of trying so hard that sweat broke out not to cry out at the sharp pain in his head. However, he'd noticed the stares and looks shot to him and trailing after him. They were of pity, and fear. What of, he did not know, but the pain in his mind made it almost impossible to process anything coherent besides the plain obvious: head hurt.

Nearing towards the end of the guide, he and the group were met with a familiar figure. 

Ahri.

His heart involuntarily sped up at the sight of Ahri, leading a very orderly V formation. Her friends reminded him of centurions, beat into a disciplined state by their leader. He hoped it wasn't true. 

It was obvious Taemin and the rest knew her well. Taemin strode forward, a grin adorning his handsome features. "Hey jagi, We were just showing around the new kid around like the good people we are." 

Luhan's heart dropped. Were they dating? He had called her a sweet pet name. One Luhan wanted badly to do so himself. It was a horrible feeling, as if his heart had been sliced, diced and iced. 

Ahri didn't bother to hide her scoff at his beaming and oh so fake smiles. This was Taemin. So translated, it would be: Hey babe, we were just preparing the fresh meat for the test like the considerate kings (douchebags) we are.

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