“I can't wait for this week to be over,” Chanyeol grumbled as he inserted the key into the car ignition. “One of the first year kids in my composition class thinks that she is the next hot thing or something, playing random melodies using chords that can literally be found in any mainstream song and disrupting my class.”

“Just give it a few more months and her dreams will be shattered,” Kyungsoo replied while keeping his eyes out of the window. “Especially once she sees the accomplishments of the great Park siblings.”

“Don’t start,” Chanyeol grunted.

“The Parks are that legendary?” Sehun mused, leaning forward to converse better with the other two better.

“Have you visited the music department yet?” Kyungsoo chuckled. “The main corridor is pretty much an exhibition of their achievements. Check it out when you have the time. I like to visit it myself to reminisce Chanyeol’s numerous ridiculous hairstyles.”

“It’s called fashion ok?” Chanyeol protested. “You wouldn’t understand since you’ve had the same boring hairstyle all your life.”

“I’m more shocked that you aren’t bald yet from all the bleaching your hair has had to endure.”

“I’ll make sure to stop by tomorrow during my free period,” Sehun added. “I bet I can beat Yeol in terms of crazy hair though.”

“Really?” Kyungsoo questioned with doubt. “He’s gone from red to pink to silver. Hard to beat.”

“I had rainbow.”

Chanyeol froze and Kyungsoo had to smack him in the head to make sure that he would not cause a car accident. Turning around to stare at Sehun, Kyungsoo’s eyes were wide with disbelief while Sehun wore a smug expression

“What is your scalp even made of?”

The car came to a stop as Chanyeol took out the key from the ignition. Staring out the window towards their building however, the driver did not budge from his seat and instead tapped nervously on the steering wheel.

“What’s gotten into you now?” Kyungsoo questioned, his hand on the car door.

“Nothing, it’s just that I can’t get rid of this feeling that someone is staring at me all the time whenever I’m home. It’s been going on all week.”

“Maybe it’s Jiwoo cursing you for staining her beloved Gudetama,” Sehun snickered, earning a thumbs up from Kyungsoo.

“I’m probably overthinking,” Chanyeol exhaled as they all stepped out of the car. “How’s your new flatmate by the way? Have you gotten used to cohabiting with someone else?”

“Haven’t interacted much with her. I leave before she does and she finishes work pretty late. When she does come back early she’s either going through her phone on the balcony or holed up in her room.”

“I guess that’s better than having a messy and nosy flatmate,” Kyungsoo mus