“How long are we going to stay there exactly?”

I slowly muttered under my breath, masking my giddiness and excitement with a sigh of annoyance, since they haven't exactly showed any kind of positive expression after they knew about our trip to the sister school. Since the trip was going to last for several days, I needed to pack a small bag with my necessities because they would be giving us private dorms for the guests – I didn't know there was such a thing, but after knowing that the schools are sister schools and established under the same family members. I think our school has guests dorms made especially for the other school as well. It was kind of cute, but the guys thought it was extremely pretentious.

“Who cares?” Sehun muttered with a roll of his eyes, gobbling down on two strawberries at the same time, stuffing them like an animal inside his mouth. I grimaced at him mockingly, and he smirked back at me carelessly. After I had offered them some fruits before, Sehun was reluctant at first – Baekhyun thought I didn't see the glare he gave him not to eat. Actually, Baekhyun glared at them all but they didn't pay him any of their attention – but he grew some balls and reached for a strawberry, after that; he couldn't stop eating.

“I care! I think it's going to be fun!” I exclaimed, giving him a look, he only rolled on his stomach on my bed and ate another strawberry. His mouth was starting to turn red, and he kept on gulping his saliva at the sheer deliciousness of the fruit. He looked kind of cute.

“Maybe three days tops? They don't usually stay more than that,” Kai commented meekly, his eyes following the movement of my hands as they kept stuffing articles of clothes inside my bag without tidying them or folding them into squares. “Shouldn't you be more clean than this? I thought girls likes to be well-arranged in everything.”

I looked at Kai, perplexed, though I was only joking with him. He however, took it to heart and widened his own eyes. “N-no.. that's not what I meant—“

“Chillax,” I patted his arm with a smile, trying not to look so awkward when doing that.

“Chillax is not exactly a correct word,” Baekhyun gibed from somewhere on my bed, and when I turned to give him a glare, I noticed he was sitting close to the bed’s railing, legs crossed Indian style and in his hands there were grapes.

“Oh wow, Baekhyun. Are you eating peasant human food?” I pretended to gasp in surprise, and Baekhyun's cheeks dusted into red for a second before he dropped the grapes down on his lap, pretending to dust his pants from any clues.

“No I wasn't.”

“Yes you were,” I giggled, pointing a finger at the corner of his lips where there was a small smudge visible. “I saw you with my own eyes.”

“You are delusional. Don't talk to me,” Baekhyun exclaimed, turning around – giving me his back -- and trying to discreetly wipe on the smudge using the sleeve of his sweater. I couldn't help but laugh. He was cute like that.

“You should hurry up Hani,” Xiumin scolded gently, a smile on his face from my interaction with Baekhyun. He made a shooing gestures with his hands, coming over to my side to take my bag and sling it on his shoulder. “We should leave now, before the buses leave us alone.”

“Okay, you can all go back into your cards though. I don't think they’ll give warriors any space on the buses,” I awkwardly said, giving them an equally awkward smile. Joonmyeon shuffled forward, taking my shaking palms into his warm and nicely sculptured hands and engulfed them, lifting them up to his mouth and gently spreading my fingers to kiss my knuckles. The act was awfully intimate and sweet that I couldn't help but burn from the inside out, an exceptionally familiar heat rising up my soul and tainting my cheeks – though I wouldn't call it tainting, since most people thought of blushing as a beautiful sight to see – I could feel the burning stares boring through my back, and it didn't help that Joonmyeon's warm and soft muscles were caressing my skin with ultimate care.

Chanyeol came forward too, ditching his sketchbook to be able to wrap his large arms around my torso, hiding his head in the crook of my neck. He had to awkwardly bend down to reach me since he was very tall – or maybe I was just too short.

“It's okay Hani, we understand,” Joonmyeon puffed warm air on my hand when he spoke that, and he smiled; resulting in a similar smile to decorate my face.

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“Alright Moon Hani, your seat will be next to Lisa. Lisa, raise your hand please.”

I heard our Martial Arts teacher blow on her whistle but I was busy looking for Lisa in the midst of the crowding bus because unlike what my teacher thought, I already know who Lisa is. What I didn't know is that Lisa was a first year as well. It never crossed my mind that she was a newbie too – maybe she's not, but this was her first year too – because she had made it clear she was better than all of us. Not to mention I have never seen her in any of my classes at all, even if I don't usually pay attention to who my classmates are when I’m not wanted.

A hand from the row just before the last one raised up, and since the chairs were too high, Lisa’s face was hidden. I gave the annoyed teacher a single bow, holding my bag a little too tightly before walking to Lisa. I ignored all of the lingering stares, twisting heads, and the loud whispers of ridicule mixed with awe. I ignored them all, and focused only on reaching the seat beside Lisa without tripping on my own feet and stumbling to the ground. God knows how capable of that I am.

I sat down next to Lisa a little loudly – I literally threw myself on the seat, and I didn't miss the eye-roll she tried to hide by looking out the window. She was looking quite casual with a pair of skinny jeans and a white, flannel shirt, lifting her hair up into a ponytail. She was also listening to music through her earphones, clearly saying not to talk to her at all.

I slouched on my seat with a small pout jutting out, the bus already moving since I was the last one aboard. I really wanted to ask Lisa why she hadn't been coming to class, and why she was assigned as the school’s student coucil president when she was just a first class – I also wondered why she knew of the triplets when she was only new, but Lisa obviously doesn't want my company.

Two hours later – two hours of nothingness, staring at the head of the chair in front of me in silence as I tried to take a nap – we finally arrived in front of the school, and I tried leaning over Lisa’s shoulder discreetly to check the school. There were a lot of guards standing between our bus as if entered the gate, their pose straight and chin raised in the air. I noticed they didn't even bother to look at our bus as it entered, and I compared them to those English guards on TV. It was kind of funny, especially since it looked kind of ridiculous because we are just a bunch of kids.

“Back off of me!” Lisa hissed at me all of a sudden, pushing my shoulder roughly until I was stumbling back on my seat. I blinked my eyes, looking at her, and I realized in my daze to watching the guards, I might have leaned a little too much on her.

“Sorry,” I muttered under my breath, switching my eyes to look at the teacher standing up to orderly queue the kids so they can exit the parking bus accordingly. I slung my bag around my shoulders and stood