“Dude,” Jooheon shout-whispers, chuckling behind a hand. Changkyun glances over at his hyung suspiciously, knowing exactly from his tone what he’s going to ask. Just as expected, the older is holding a vial of a highly questionable fluorescent blue liquid.

Changkyun immediately shakes his head adamantly, remembering the last time Jooheon had gotten a brilliant idea. He most certainly cannot afford to end up in the principal’s office again this month.