CHAPTER ONE

Who's Sending You Those Notes?!

Sehun looked from the garden to the clock above the chalkboard, feeling impatient.

Five minutes till the bell rings.

'When is the ring of salvation coming?' Sehun thought, noisily tapping a pen against his textbook to the tick of the clock

Everyone's exhausted. Especially after being forced to clean up Minseok's vomit off the classroom floor. Don't even ask how that happened. But let's just say he had a little bit too much of that bean soup and triangle kimbap for lunch.

Sehun leaned his head against the window, his brown hair reflecting the golden rays of light. Everyone else in the class was either sleeping or daydreaming. He did notice Luhan, his seatmate, listening diligently to the teacher as he spoke in his usual, monotone voice.

Well, who wouldn't? Mr. Kim has been droning on and on about a school field trip or something for the last ten minutes. Suddenly the school garden seemed more interesting as he watched Jongin expertly jump over the school gate.

Of course. The school bad boy couldn't even wait for the bell to ring.

'Where does he go off to anyways?' Sehun thought, feeling a bit nosy for a second before shrugging it off and setting his attention on Mr. Kim who's now handing out permission slips

The sound of the bell rang through the room, signalling everyone that class is over. Sehun grabbed his books, practically skipping out of the classroom.

He carefully made his way through the crowd, testing out his agility skills as he did a barrel roll before passing by a smirking Chanyeol who sent him a flirtatious wink causing him to lightly blush.

Nonetheless, Sehun reached his locker, fumbling with the tiny lock. He opened the blue locker door to reveal a packet of taiyaki along with a folded piece of paper taped to it.

His heart fluttered lightly as he grabbed the taiyaki. He'd been receiving these short doodles for the past few weeks right now and each note made his heart skip a beat and blood creep his cheeks.

The cute messages and little drawings of tiny people, colored in with black and red pens never failed to make his knees go weak.

Who was sending these notes, you ask? Well, Sehun had no clue. They always just magically appear in his locker after school. Heck, he didn't even know how anyone would know his locker code. But it gave him butterflies thinking that