It was your first day of kindergarten. You went to one of the richest private elementaries in South Korea. "Be good on your first day, okay?" your mother said before she walked off. You never went to pre-school. Nor have you ever been alone without your parents.

You looked around and all the people you didn't know frightened the heck out of you. Tears brimmed your eyes, as you pouted sub-concioisly. You suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to face a boy a little taller than you, pale face, and skinny legs.

"Why are you crying?" he asked innocently. "Because I hate this school." you mumbled looking at your shoes. "Hey, cheer up. You haven't even been here long enough. Give it a chance. Why don't you come over and build some blocks with me?" he said, talking like a grown up. You wiped your tears away. You looked up and rose an eyebrow. "Well, I've been here long enough to know i hate it. And no, I don't want to play blocks with you." you said exaggerating 'you'.

You turned in the opposite direction, your chin held high. You were a spoiled brat. You always got everything you wanted as long as you "knew your place". The boy shrugged and walked away, not feeling hurt at all. However, deep in his mind, he knew you'd change your mind.

For half of the time, you drew pictures by yourself, not really wanting to make any new friends after the encounter with the boy.

"Alright kids. It's nap-time! You may read a book if you're not tired, but you have to be quiet and whisper." the teacher said. The lights were turned off and most of the kids got out a blanket from the class closet and went to sleep. You didn't know what to do, so you sat there.

Suddenly, a hand gabbed yours and pulled you over to a corner near the window. You couldn't see at first, but small light rays shown through the window and you could see the face.

It was the boy you'd met earlier. "By the way, my name's Oh Sehun." he whispered to you, still holding your hand. You blushed. "You again!" you whispered angrily. He chcuckled.

"Can't we just be friends?" He asked. He stared at you and pouted a little with pleading eyes. You thought for a while. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. You decided to give him a chance.

"Um, my name is—" he stopped you. "I already know your name." he whispered pointing to your name tag. You had to admit, you were a tad dissappinted he let go of our hand.

"You can read?" you asked. He nodded and took out a book from in the back of him. "I'll read to you, okay?" he said. You nodded your head. He whispered what he read to you and you noticed he had a lisp, so you giggled. His voice was soothing to you and you both found yourselfs falling asleep, your head on his shoulder while he still had the book in his hand.

a/n: well hi. this is just a really, really, really short one-shot i did for sehun. yes, you two are both kindergarteners. enjoy ~ (should i do a sequel to this or somethin? idk, like a whole fanfic about this?)