' Music is that friend of yours which will never leave you even if you dont understand it ' 

This was what his father had always taught him from the time he was still a toddler, not even knowing what he was, who he was. He grew up with music as his playmates and as his teacher. He grew up loving the twinkle in his father's eyes accompanied by the heartwarming smile as the latter play the instruments creating a time immemorial melody that haunts the heart till the young child in him has grown up into a fine young lad with music residing permanently in his mind and soul. He believed  music was healing and beautiful and because of that he sets out to fulfill the dream which his father had always held close to his heart.

' You can join from today itself, Seungri-shi '

' Yah, we are starting our semester today but its no fun '

' You have already spent 2 years of your life in this university but still you are immature '

'Mr. Youngbae-shi ' the blonde began ' Not everyone is mature enough like you to always keep their nose dig in some fat book '

' Jiyong-ah ' the tallest among them spoke ' Dont bother him or he might have to re-read the whole book again '

Youngbae shrugged and went back to his book

' But hyung ' the youngest with white hair called out to no one in particular ' This is your last year in the University.You should do something different and meaningful '

' I dont know about me and the bookworm here ' the tall called Seunghyun but who wants himself to be called as TOP gestured towards the other who glared back      ' but our Jiyong-ah, the mighty Kwon Jiyong will surely do something different, I am sure of that ' he patted the smaller blonde a little too hard on the back making the other to stumble a bit 

' Whatever ' the blonde replied making himself stable ' Let's go do our daily routine. Its about time '

Youngbae groaned but nonetheless followed the other three 

' Are you gonna cry now? ' TOP teased the young boy infront of him ' And call mommy '

Daesung snickered as Jiyong stayed perched on a concrete wall playing with a rubix cube. It was fifteen minutes to the commencement of their classes and they were doing their daily routine of bullying the freshman. Nobody dare stop or intervene them. Why? First, they were seniors, not just seniors but s