A/N: Hi! It's mee~ I don't have a nickname for myself (I'm too nervous to use my real name. Or you can call me Banana because of my user XD anyway, The story is still in the process of picking up, so I think it's about one (or none) more introduction syle chapters before I feel the plot can take off. Also, If you listen to Hamilton, good news! I"ll be including references! :3 I'm also still new to publishing on this site, so if I'm doing something wrong or something, just lemme know. Also, I love comments! I read each and every one of them and reply to all of them. :) 

Here's Chapter 2 -Love, Banana

So this school is really weird. From 8 to 12, we have about four classes, all in one classroom: Literature, Mathematics, Science, and History. We break for lunch, and then we have individual electives, language, science lab, dance, sport, whatever. School ends at 2. I’ll be home by 2:15. I can get to like this school.

I have my head down to nap during history lesson. So far, the day has been pretty boring. Other than meeting Yesung, he remains pretty quiet throughout the other lessons. It wasn’t until the last five minutes before the lunch bell that we got to talk. He interests me, you know? How can someone in the same level class as me be so carefree and chill? Maybe I just don’t know him enough.

“What’s your elective, Kyu?”

Yesung pulled out his headphones when it was about time to gather our things for lunch. “Biology,” I answered.

His face lit up, binging back that smile that first greeted me, “me, too! I hope you really like that class. It’s pretty fun. It’s also a really small class at 12A.”

I nodded, putting my backpack on my lap. Out of all of the electives possible, why did he choose biology? It must not be a popular class if it’s small with a school as big as this one. What are the odds?

“I want to be an anesthesiologist, you know.” Yesung told me, “It’s been my dream since I was little.”

Okay, this kid is freaky. I feel that he can read my mind. The bell rang just as I was about to ask him more; I was genuinely curious about him. I guess as someone who has an emotional attachment to a future career, I wanted to know what it was like for others. But now, I have to worry about lunch and how this works. I kinda just stood at my desk until the entire class left… except Yesung. He stood there, too.

“Kyukyu, do you have a place to eat lunch?”

I shook my head. How could I have a place to eat lunch? I just got here! Gosh, Yesung. Think! All of a sudden, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out into the hallway, “It’s okay. You can eat with us!” he sang.

I looked at him funny, “us?” He nodded, his small hand had a death grip on my wrist. He joyfully pulled me through the halls. I swear, I heard 10 ‘Hey, Sungie!’s just going through what felt like endless hallways.

At this point, I had no idea where we were. All of a sudden, we were at this outdoor picnic type place. It was a large table under a tree with some people already there, “Yup! Us.”

As we got to the table, everyone greeted Yesung, especially one guy who caused Yesung to let go of my wrist. He jumped on that guy. I might not know much about people, but I think they’re a thing..?

“Hi babyyy~” Yesung cooed at the guy. He