Hi guys. So this is I guess this is my second story (stories maybe?). Send me requests if you want a scenario. It gives me a break from studying so don;t be afraid to send me some. So I hope you like it and thanks for reading!!!

Excerpt:

You follow the map to one of the schools many music rooms to find twelve guys in it.

“Wae?! Wae won’t you go to the Gucci sale with me?” a hair, panda-looking guy complained to a handsome, tall golden haired guy at one side of the room.

By the piano sat an innocent, half asleep looking dude playing the guitar with a wide eared, giant looking figure seemed to be smiling like an idiot. Next to them, another four guys trying to out note each other with their singing. One was wide eyed, next to him looked like a deer with sparkly eyes. Next to the deer was an obvious troll that had a mischievous smirk when he wasn’t singing and next to him was a guy wearing- Wait. Was that eyeliner?

“One, two, three, four,” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

You turned your head to find a tanned looking guy showing dance moves to a blank “Does it look like I care?” face guy and a baozi looking kid.  At the sidelines, stood a paternal looking dude who was staring creepily like an old grandpa but proudly at the dance crew.

You raise your one eyebrow at the scene. You internally groan as you slump into the nearest chair. You had definitely signed up for the wrong class.