Kim Jongin felt like dying. He barely slept for only two hours, gazillion thanks for the ing tasks and latest Diablo.

                “ You look like zombie,” His jerk-faced BFF, Oh Sehun unnecessarily commented.

                “ You look like poo.” Jongin planted his head on the table and drifted to his dreamland in an instant. Sehun didn’t even try to warn him when their teacher approached their desk to wake him up by slapping his dictionary to the back of his head. Jongin automatically let out flying s.

                “ Kim Jongin, detention after class!”