Because of the teacher’s absence, our first afternoon class is immediately dismissed. All my classmates arise, freeing themselves and sprinting off our room like their life depended on it. I’m about to approach Tiffany when she does the latter and eagerly tells me that she has something ‘unnecessarily necessary’ to do, before dashing away.

This leaves me alone inside our room, again.

And the worst accompaniment I need now is myself, because I tend to be so unlucky every time I’m alone in this school.

I don’t know anyone else in our class except for; Tiffany, Luhan, and probably, Choi Sulli. But Sulli doesn’t seem to be Jaera’s friend too, just like everybody else. And I don’t want to situate myself in trouble again. I’ve gone through tons of culture shock in just a short span of time since the day I agreed to step in this campus without any knowledge of what’s ahead of me.

My fate, it is.

By the time this is over, I’ll party. Party my face.

Well speaking about Luhan though, I haven’t seen him in class since this morning. Where can that guy be?

I shake it off and decide to just stroll around instead of slouching here alone, that way I can somehow distract myself from the flooding thoughts of Jongin in my head.

But hey, I haven’t even walked far enough when people begin to stare at me again with that creepy way they do, as if their eyes can speak their minds. Another form of the problematic encounters that I’m talking about.

I wonder how Jaera can get along with this kind of everyday setup.

I happen to discover a garden deep through the back part of the tall buildings that surround the whole campus. It doesn’t seem believable that they’re keeping a paradise behind those constructed facilities. It’s really beautiful and peaceably entrancing. The owner of this school must love roses; I see roses in different colors and variety.

Just across the bundle of beautiful rose creations is a cherry blossom tree. It's really big, the biggest I’ve seen so far. Beneath the shade of that particular tree lies a boy.

And omo, it’s Luhan!

I wave at him but he doesn’t seem to notice me, so I jog towards him and I find out that he’s actually sleeping with his back arched against the trunk with his head dropped low.

It’s like watching a baby sleep so peacefully. I bend down next to him, unable to help myself from continually watching the pout of his lips and the momentary movement of his chest when he breathes. How can someone be as cute as this guy?

The streak of the sun strikes from a small opening from up the shades down to his face, and it reminds me of how an angel he is. A of lightened sensation I feel just by looking at his innocent face. He is some kind of an angel in disguise that makes me so elated with no effable reason.

I always wanted to touch his face.

Slowly, I point my finger closer and closer to his small nose. But the moment the tip of my finger touches it, is the same moment he chooses to open his eyes.

He gasps in surprise with eyes wide open.

My hand quickly draws back and I give out a sheepish grin for my intrusion to his sleep. But I don’t regret touching him either. Silly me.

“J-Jaera? W-What are you–“

“Can I stay with you?” I say.

His face twitches for a moment before nodding bashfully.

“W-What makes you… come here?” He asks curiously.

“I dunno, my feet brought me here..” I answer as I finally straighten my legs to sit on the ground.

“Is that so?”

“Mmm.” I say, energy-drained. I guess I have been unknowingly straining myself too much that it’s making me so tired.

“Why are you here? You didn’t attend our classes...”

He suddenly frowns. “I don’t... know.”

I look at him in concern and he instantly snaps, looking away. His face flushes to pink again just like every time.

“Are you always like that?” I ask in huge curiosity.

“W-What?”

“Your cheeks turn pink.”

He lowers his head and hisses, his mocha-colored hair bouncing as he kneads his cheeks.

“Uhh, this is just uhh… it’s not really always.. but uhh… I’m j-just like this when...”

“Hm?”

“When I-I’m...”

He’s obviously hesitating to tell me. Maybe it’s a little bit private, or perhaps! His disease is in-born?

“Never mind.. It’s cute..” I chuckle genuinely.

He turns even pinker! WOAH!

He hitches and stutters, “D-Don’t m-mind me... I-It’s just my stupid nerves.”

“Oh, okay.” I mutter skeptically. “Hey let’s head to our next class together,” I invite.

“I won’t be attending gym class today.”

“Why not?”

“It’s.. dancing...” He bites his lip and slouches his shoulders. “I-I don’t know how to dance and I can hardly keep up to whoever my partner is–if there even will be..”

“I’m not a dancer either..” I say thoughtlessly with a beam. He furrows as if he doesn’t believe me, or as if I just told a joke.

Well it’s true. I never danced all my life, how will I even know if I can? I’m a complete loser for a human being, I know nothing.

The rest of the moment skids in silence but it doesn’t make me feel awkward. I actually feel fine. I feel fine with Luhan. Maybe we have met before-life, and we were good friends. Funny, I’m assuming things. But really, the silence is comfortable.

And I feel good.