Chanyeol tried hard not to think about it, but no matter what, the words kept replaying in the back of his mind.   “I prefer mature men rather than childish boys.”   Who knew Yerin’s statement could bring such devastation to the poor boy’s heart? He would like to believe she was only joking, but he was no fool in noticing the way Yerin looked at their music teacher and at him. What was it that Mr. Jung had that he didn’t have? What defined a man’s maturity? Was it his age? But Yerin was older than him by two years, and Chanyeol could never change that.   At that time, Minseok finished showering and walked out of the bathroom. He stopped for a second, staring weirdly at Chanyeol who had an intense eye contact battle with his own reflection.   “Uhm… Are you okay?” Minseok asked unsurely, stopping his hair drying routine.   The taller boy sighed, obviously not okay. “Do you think Mr. Jung Yunho is mature?” Chanyeol asked.   Minseok did not see this coming, wondering whether his roommate had a screw loose in the head. “I don’t know, Chanyeol. Just because someone is older doesn’t mean they’re more mature.”   The statement made Chanyeol smile out of relief. As long as age did not affect maturity, he still had a chance.   “But Mr. Jung always dresses nicely though. His appearance makes him look mature for sure,” Minseok said, unconsciously getting too in depth with his analysis. “Plus, he wears a lot of hair gel.”   Chanyeol stared at his own reflection once again. Dressed in a fiery red shirt featuring the image of a cute puppy dog along with a blue Hawaiian shorts probably wasn’t very mature. Like a sudden moment of epiphany, he finally understood.   So he darted out of the room from the boy’s dormitory, not caring that it was past curfew hours to visit the girls dorm. The entire dormitory was one huge building anyway, and every room was located in the same building. He sprinted through the hallways, ignoring the dirty looks people gave him for almost bumping against them. When he got to his destination, Chanyeol took a moment to catch his breath, then knocked.   It didn’t take long for the door to be opened, revealing Yerin who squinted her eyes at him. Somehow, the sight wasn’t surprising anymore. She had her hair messily tied behind her back and wore thick framed glasses, but Chanyeol thought she looked absolutely stunning.   “I don’t have time for you,” Yerin immediately said, rejecting him as common as breathing oxygen.   “I didn’t come here for you,” Chanyeol stated, surprising the older girl. “Is Heejin here?”   This, Yerin did not expect. She had always assumed Chanyeol’s attention span would be focused on her alone, so it was quite odd to see him behave differently from the norm. Despite not knowing why, Yerin called out to her roommate whom she knew was good friends with Chanyeol.   Heejin appeared at the door immediately, wearing a red polka dot dress that could pass as either a cute summer dress or an adorable nightgown. She even wore a red tied up bow in her hair to add to her cuteness factor. The color strangely matched Chanyeol’s red shirt.   “What’s up?” Heejin asked cheerily, always receiving Chanyeol so nicely instead of pushing him away.   “I need your help. Do you wanna go to the mall with me?”   Though Yerin had returned to her bed, her ears picked up the conversation. She couldn’t believe it. Was Chanyeol asking Heejin out on a date? Right in front of her?   “Shouldn’t you go with Yerin instead?” Heejin whispered, leaning in closer so her roommate couldn’t hear.   “No, I can’t. Please? I have no one else to go with. Minseok has soccer practice.”   “But we have a week of holiday before Fall semester starts. Why aren’t they resting?” Heejin asked with concern, imagining guy number 34 enslaved on the soccer field. Poor child.   Chanyeol shrugged. “I heard Woohyun asked them all to practice anyway.”   Heejin gasped. It strangely reminded her of the way her cousin would treat the show choir club once it was in full effect. Oh no, they’d actually be stuck with two dictators in one club.   “So? Are you in?” Chanyeol asked.   “Fine.”   “Great! I’ll pick you up at 11 AM. See you tomorrow, Heejin.”   With that, Chanyeol left with extreme excitement and joy. Yerin just couldn’t understand what was happening, especially since she failed to eavesdrop when they decided to whisper. But Chanyeol left just like that, without even saying goodnight to her as she would come to expect.   Whatever, she was going to sleep, and shut the blankets all the way over herself.     The following day, instead of the two going to the mall by themselves, they had somehow managed to attract a lot of uninvited guests along. Suddenly Seulyi and Yerin needed to buy new cosmetics, Maerin needed a new hat, Mira needed bug spray against certain bugs, Kibum had to keep up with the latest fashion, Taemin got dragged along, Jaehwan needed new guitar strings, Biah needed another pink dress, Rika wanted more drawing supplies, and Jangjun went wherever Rika went.   Only several people remained back at Balgwang for personal reasons, one of them being Kim Myungsoo who had isolated himself in the printing lab of their university. He had selected the best photos he took during club day and decided to print some out. Maybe he could give them around as gifts.   The portrait of Lee Jangjun turned out really nicely, and Myungsoo was quite proud of himself to capture such a perfect moment. He printed this photo on a large A3 matte paper, certain Rika would like it, considering she had personally requested for this picture. He wanted to give his friend the very best.   After nearly spending an hour in the printing lab, he took all the photographs and headed back to the dormitory where he could enjoy a day in peace. The good thing about these holiday weekends was that the majority of people would be gone, meaning, he wouldn’t have a bunch of girls constantly on his tails.   But as soon as he entered the dormitory’s living room, he did not expect to meet Hyunmi who was looking around her like a lost lamb, holding an acoustic guitar in her hand.   “What’s wrong?” He asked, reading her confusion turn to panic.   “Have you seen Jaehwan? He said he would help me change the strings on my guitar since I don’t have that thing to cut it with,” she said, motioning a scissor with her fingers. She looked around as if the missing guy could pop out any minute. “I broke my regular scissors.”   “You’re not supposed to use regular scissors.” Myungsoo laughed at her mental breakdown, moving his eyes to the guitar. The strings were dark colored and in definite need for a change. “Jaehwan went to the mall with the others. But if you’d like, I could help.”   Hyunmi’s eyes sprung open in surprise. “You can change guitar strings?”   “I used to play a little in the past, so yeah,” Myungsoo told her. He led the way to the couch, took the strings from her hand, and took the instrument on his lap. His own camera bag leaned against the couch, along with the plastic bag containing photographs—she wondered why he had a huge portrait of Jangjun’s face?   Hyunmi followed, staring at him in a new light. She had always thought he was only good looking, which she realized was an understatement from up close. His handsome visual was so ethereal it made her feel unworthy just to take a glance at him. What an honor it was to breathe the same air.   “You should play for us,” she suggested, watching as he retrieved a string cutter from his bag. Judging on his possession of the item, she wanted to assume his clandestine love for music. He wasn’t all about looks, but could actually contribute musically to the club.   Myungsoo looked a little bit lost, for once resembling an ordinary human being instead of a god. He cut off the strings one by one, and carefully removed them from the guitar. “No, I’ve become worse.”   “Nonsense. People don’t get worse, they just get lazy in their practice,” Hyunmi said, meeting Myungsoo’s eyes who looked up at her words. She had not prepared herself for this, and quickly looked away from his handsome stare. No wonder Seulyi had a crush.   Her words sounded so serious for anyone their age and Myungsoo chuckled. “Are you saying I’m lazy?”   “I’m saying you can still improve now that you joined Crescendity. Did you know our name is taken from the word crescendo? It refers to a gradual increase of loudness in music over time,” she said, slower and softer this time, smiling to herself as she revisited the vision and mission for their club. “As long as we keep trying and don’t give up, we’ll see a gradual improvement over time.”   Myungsoo didn’t realize he had been staring, sensing her passion whenever she talked about music. “What about the ‘ity’? What does that stand for?”   “Serenity.” She paused momentarily and it was clear she tried her best to come up with a logical explanation on the spot, not willing to be accused for forgetting the meaning. “Stay calm at all times, and allow obstacles to help you grow.”   Myungsoo suddenly understood the beauty of being in this club, the true potential he could unleash, and the success he could achieve if he worked hard. Whatever seed of interest was planted within him, she had watered it to bloom by words alone. For that reason, he couldn’t reek his eyes off of her, molding his lips into a godly smile.   “Maybe I’ll try playing again,” he gave in, tuning the guitar to its right pitch, and played the G chord to test out the sound.   “I would love to hear that. I know you’re good,” Hyunmi said, beaming in excitement. His ability to tune a guitar by ear amazed her like a child seeing snow for the first time, and aided as the evidence she needed to his skills.   “Maybe I’ll play you a song some day,” Myungsoo said with a laugh, handing the guitar back to her, all fixed. She was definitely ecstatic about that suggestion. He was about to leave when he remembered something else. “I actually have something for you.”   Before she could question, he had taken out the freshly printed photographs from his bag. He remembered having printed two photos of her during her best candid moments. One was that of herself on stage during the Neon is Mwondeul performance, while the other one featured her and Woohyun looking at each other with an expression unable to put into words.   “You may choose one.”   “Just one?” Hyunmi asked shamelessly, and stared at both photos again. Strangely enough, her hand drew the picture where she wasn’t by herself. She didn’t mind a visual reminder of Woohyun’s smoldering smirk which she had managed to knock off his face.   “Thank you, Myungsoo.”   “No, thank you.”     They had taken the bus to go to the same shopping center despite going their separate ways afterwards. Jaehwan had go