"Let's go"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll just come in few, you go."

"Yeah sure." Sehun and Jongin replied and made their way towards their class.

"Where do you think he went?"

"Dunno."

"Mr. Kim." Jongdae shouted for the older's name, not very loudly but audible enough for the named person to turn back.

"I'll be out." Sana said as she smiles at both the guys and makes her way out of the canteen.

"Hyung."

"What?"

"It's Hyung, I am on vacation right now."

"Uhm, o-hkay, Hyung."

"Yeah say."

"I -uhm a-actually wanted to ask you something."

"How about we meet in the evening?"

"Huh?"

"I'll call you then." Minseok replied and smiled while lightly pinching Jongdae's cheek before leaving, but after making sure that Jongdae is red enough that it can beat a tomato.

"Uh,*cough* wh-why is it so hot here?" Jongdae fans himself as he makes his way to his classroom.

As soon the lecture ends, everyone starts zipping up their bags, and going out for their next lectures.

"What are you thinking about?" Kyungsoo asked as he pulled Baekhyun out of his train of thoughts.

"Huh? Nothing, just this poem, it's really beautiful"

"You don't say that, Pablo Neruda is indeed a wonderful poet."

"Yes."

"I loved this stanza the most though," Kyungsoo says as he starts to read the poem from his book.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide,
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day
at that hour
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

"Yeah, it shows that undying love for that person that she is even ready to die if he ever leaves her"

"that another land would be the other world, the afterlife?" Jongdae adds.

"It could be also that Neruda is talking about moving on?" Baekhyun suggests.

"Because the person he was giving his love to left and everyone deserves to be loved so he is searching for someone who'll love him too." 

"True." Kyungsoo replied to his bestfriend's reply.

"Which is your favorite line, Yeol?"

"Mine?" Chanyeol's eyes shift to the book which were on Baekhyun before.

"I guess this would be my favorite line." Chanyeol replied after a minute.

"Which one?"

"You know how this is
 if I look
 at the crystal moon, at the red branch
 of the slow autumn at my window,
 if I touch
 near the fire
 the impalpable ash
 or the wrinkled body of the log,
 everything carries me to you,
 as if everything that e