When Baekhyun talked about surfing the hallways on a wheelable-piano . . . he didn't mean seriously. The doors of the hallway, banged hard against the walls, leaving marks. He chased after Luhan, who was haning onto the top of a piano tightly, eyes closed and mouth open. They raced through the main hall, where Mr. Byun had been organising fliers and letters to send home, when the piano crashed into a pile of stacked chairs.

"Uugh," Luhan groaned, as he rolled around on the floor, next to the piano. "my ing arm". "What's all this!?" Mr. Byun asked, his face red with annoyance, as he looked at Luhan. "I've told you about messing around with the school equiptment! No more war-" "It was my idea," Baekhyun piped up, rushing over to pick up Luhan from the ground. He didn't dare look at his father, as he reached for the piano. "Don't bother! I'm extremly disappointed with the pair of you. Especially you Baekhyun!" Luhan looked at the people behind Mr. Byun, before biting his lip. "Sorry". "'Sorry', dosen't cut it Hun. Get out, both of you! Whatever classes you have now, I suggest you go them!" Baekhyun sulked, taking Luhan's hand and walked to the hallway. "What's his problem?" "My father has a parents evening in two days . . . he's got the education board coming". Luhan rolled his eyes. "Again?" Baekhyun looked at him, frowning. "I used to come to those . . . then my parents slipt and my dad gave up on caring about education". He wrapped an arm around Baekhyun's neck. "College dosen't make you Baekhyun . . . your faults and achievments do. So don't panic". He wasn't wrong and Baekhyun smiled. "You know, you'd get further in life. If you became a public speaker, that is". Luhan nodded. "I don't care about other people, especially if they aren't friends with me". They went quiet as the exited the main building. The walk to their room, wasn't long, though they were in no rush to get back. "Can I ask you a question, Luhan?" He shugged in response to Baekhyun's question. "Are we friends?" He was taken aback by Baekhyun's question. "How could you say that? Obviously we are, why'd you ask me?" "Because you always act like I'm annoying you". He laughed to himself, and smiled at Baekhyun. "We're friends. Freinds can get annoying. Don't sweat it, I'm a nice person at heart". As they reached the door, Luhan yawned as he waited for Baekhyun to unlock it. "Do you think Minseok's in?" Baekhyun shrugged, pushing the door open. "Don't think so . . . why? Is there something you wanted him for". He entered the dark living room, turning on a side lamp. Luhan scanned the room, when there was a knock at the door. He turned, grabbing his baseball bat from the kicthen counter. Tiptoing, he stood with his back against the front door. "Who is it?" "Open up," a voice whined. It could've been an imposter, and Luhan placed the chain across the door. He opened it slowly, when there was a sudden push, that made him trip over his own feet. "What the hell!?" "Stop ing around, Luhan. There's somethign serious I want to talk to you about". It was only Jongdae, and he was holding two cups of warm coffee in his hands. "What's that?" "Drinks," he smiled. Luhan closed the door, unhooking the chain and opening it fully. "one for me, one for you". "What's in them?" Jongdae looked at the cups, reading the names on them. "I think this is yours, and this is mine. Here," he held out the right cup, and Luhan stared at it. "it's cinnamon spiced. Never had it before, but I thought you'd like it". "You're handing me a drink, that you've never drunk and made-up . . . expecting me to drink it?" Jongdae nodded, hinting at Luhan to take a sip. Raising it to his lips, Luhan injested the coffee, before pulling a face. "What? Is there something wrong?" "I . . . it's great dude. Really, it is". He took a bigger gulp, all the while looking like he was drinking lemon and lime juice. "Why so much cinnamon?" "I added to much? I wasn't aware, I'll use less next time". Jongdae whined, taking the cup from Luhan's hand. "Hey!" he snatched it back. "I appreciate you asking me to be your lab rat. Am I getting paid?" Luhan laughed at his joke, as did Jongdae. They went quiet, and Jongdae stared at Luhan's face. The sudden attempt to kiss him on the lips, made Luhan freak out. He placed a hand on Jongdae's chest, pushing him back. "What are you doing?" Jongdae looked at him in shock. "I . . . sorry. I thought