It was supposed to be morning but what is with this dark presence that loomed over my body? The touch of sunlight being fully covered by this dark, bleak aura. This is great. I had the urge to go back to my beauty slumber. Nonetheless, it felt unnecessarily strange and covered. Downright peculiar. My eyes twitched, gingerly opening my eyes when to my utmost horror, to discover a pair of glistening eyes staring intently towards my direction. My body to be precise.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I sprang up from my bed. My eyes widened at the awkwardness of the situation. “Dude, were you-“ My instinct reminded me about my identity, where I wrapped the blanket around my body in a panic manner.

“Watching me sleep!” I shouted, simply accusing.

Woohyun had an expression stamped across his face, one that I couldn’t read through. His lips were slightly apart, staring at me in my sleep-deprived state. My unglamorous state: bed hair (correction – awful bed wig hair), possibly having bad morning breath overwhelming the space, slanted black-rimmed glasses (I slept with it) and the unnamed.

In all, I looked awful. He raised a cocky eyebrow. His throat formed a knotted lump. “Lost lamb, how did you get in?” He cleared his throat. His hands were still dangled on to the metal frame of my bed.

“Last night.”

“You managed to sneak in? How did you do that?” He started bombarding me with questions and right then, I took noticed that he had a toy water gun in his right hand.

“Myungsoo opened the door.” I glared at Woohyun. Immediately, he stepped down from the double decker’s ladder to make way. It was my turn. I whirled my body to jump right off the ladder. I skipped a few steps. My feet settled nicely on the ground.

“He did?” Woohyun stated, clearly puzzled. He mumbled something under his breath, one that wasn’t audible to my ears. Woohyun smelled pleasant, as though he was up since an hour ago. All prepped up, with the school’s blazer, school tie being loosely released and that his hair was styled to a bad boy up-do.

I glanced at the dormitory's clock only to discover that it was already eight thirty freaking morning. I let out a high-pitched yelp. Woohyun stared back with a look of confusion.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? What time is class supposed to start?” I yelled, in my boy-like voice. “What’s that water gun for? Were you drinking baby milk right out of it?”

I trailed where my last sentence came up like a whisper, realizing that I had to control my inner wit. Patience, Park In-Na.

He smugly smiled, releasing the water gun’s trigger where he started spraying water across the room. “Class starts in fifteen minutes, lost lamb!” He snickered, pretty much engrossed into spraying water towards my face. He was clearly enjoying every single minute of my misery.

“Where are Myungsoo and Sungyeol?” I questioned, rummaging through my luggage for my school’s uniform. Due to the night madness of being kicked out by my own dormitory roommates, I didn’t have the time to unpack.

“They are in the boys’ toilet. It’s a little crowded right now,” he stated, tying his shoelaces.

Woohyun gave up in his attempt of annoying me with the water gun spraying. On a side note, I was actually thankful. That minimized the time to wash my face and to start paying close attention to something else. Say...hiding my womanly features and pasting the artificial sideburns to my skin. I grabbed the school tie from one of the clothes hook, my belongings wrapped close to me.

“Do you want me to bring you to one of the vacant toilets around here, lost lamb?” he initiated. His gaze locked into mine. I brushed that look away, nodding my head to his suggestion. For that matter of time, he didn’t appear anything like a jerk.

Just to keep a heads up, I wasn’t going to trust that easily.

“Woohyun, are you bipolar or something?” I pointed out, accuse-mode in full-force.

He chuckled where I was taken by surprise, “More like messed up.”

I snickered in response.
 

“T-the girl’s toilet? Why would an all-boys boarding school have a girl’s toilet right in here?” I shrilled, completely in disbelief. My mind stemmed to three distinctive thoughts.

First thought, Woohyun must have known right from the start. He shouldn’t know. He shouldn’t. Did my wig slipped off while he was trying to wake me up? This plan is bogus. Did he see right through my fake identity? Second thought, he was trying to help and this was the only vacant bathroom in the entire boarding school. Third and final passing conclusion, he has something up his sleeves against the “newly-transferred boy nerd.” I cringed at the thought, reminding myself to be on a constant look-out.

“We have part-time female teachers who dorms in here,” he shrugged. “So this place is usually empty when they chose not to stay in our school. Come on! Get dressed. You’re going to be late,” he urged, motioning me to the door.

I smiled, shutting the front door of the bathroom. “See you in class.”

“See you and don’t get caught, lost lamb,” he advised as his figure retreated for the exit.

“Sure,” I hollered back, guarding myself. The last thing that I wanted was to be accused of being a hormonal nerd-boy, caught bathing inside the girl’s bathroom or worse - accused to be confused of my orientation.
 

“What the f-“ L.Joe shrieked, pulling my hand towards him. “You’re rooming in with three freaking guys? Not one but three?” I caught a look of incredulousness smeared across his face. He ruffled his blonde hair, kicking the brick wall in annoyance.

“What is with you pretty boy?” I nudged him, pulling a book right out from my backpack. To blend well with my studious image, I have to make sure that the props were right in place. “I expect impressive reviews from Woollim...Blah blah blah” I muttered, annoyed that the headmaster’s words were stuck to my skull.

“How can’t I be paranoid? Three hormonal boys! What if they do anything explicit to you? God dammit, you’re a girl. You wouldn’t understand.”

We walked towards homeroom class, and alongside, L.Joe was behaving like a nagging old hag.

“Wrong. They didn’t read through me. They kicked me out upon arrival,” I hissed, still bearing some form of grudge towards my roommates.

“Can’t you ask for a room t