When we are young, we have no fear of dreaming the impossible. Adults will ask kids 'what do you want to be when you grow up?' and their reply will follow something along the lines of 'superhero', 'fire fighter', or 'police man'. As for the unusual young child sitting at the back with his head on his desk surrounding by his crossed arms, he had no clue as to what he wanted to be back then. Sure, he had a few ideas, but the reality of those imaginings brought the problems he faced back down to earth. It wasn't that they weren't within his reach, it was that he had an issue with decision.

 

And, sad to say, it's been like that to this age. Of course, the young man grew older, lost quite a bit of the baby fat around his face and body, received a lower pitched voice, and grew taller in height, but let's face the facts: the way to a woman's heart is by telling her you have no idea what you're going to do with your life. Not. And perhaps that was his issue. He was so caught up in the desire of having a companion that he forgot all of the other necessities in life, and decision making was definitely a necessity. Especially with the line of work he wanted to be apart of.

 

The young man who was racing against the clock wheezed with loss of oxygen as he ran down street after street for a specific bus to ride. It was like this every morning when he needed to get to school; he'd wake up late, roll over in bed hoping for slumber to swiftly take him into its arms again, have a panic attack once glimpsing the time on his alarm, and then rush himself through the grooming ritual half-hazardly enough to be putting on his uniform shirt backwards while running to the station with a piece of food clasped in his jaws.

 

This time, that piece of food was a fried dumpling from last night's dinner. And at the very moment, he was adding a new step to his mental 'every day routine' list while chewing.

 

#44. Chase after a bus until you are an hour and seven minutes late for class.

 

Honestly he should have learned by that time to just run the rest of the way to school, but the rational side of his mind sighed that once he got into a certain state of determination (and particular stupidity) there was no going back.

 

Thanking the driver of the motor vehicle he had been speeding after for a good portion of his morning classes, the male sat down at the far back of the bus and rested against the stiff seat, eyes closing in relaxation while his muscles unwound from the intense six-mile sprint during the ungodly hour of 6 AM. 

 

I made it, he thought to himself with peace vibrating throughout his entire fleshy frame before his eyes shot open and he groaned at the noise drifting throughout the steel monster he was residing in, the consequences of the past hour's incidents beginning to reveal themselves to him.

 

"We're here, kiddo, and you are approximately," the bus driver looked down at his watch, "an hour and a half late. Sould I give your teacher the 'my bus broke down again' excuse?"

 

'No, that's okay. I seriously need to learn to stop lying to people," the younger exhaled and smiled back at the older man's apologetic expression before standing and stretching his aching limbs, getting out of the vehicle.

 

"Have a good day," the driver called before shutting the doors, and the other waved farewell with a half-hearted grin before turning and strolling down the red walkway toward the school, hands entering his pockets to keep them warm in the chilly early morning atmosphere.

 

Sighing with contempt, Junho couldn't help but feel relieved when he reached the school grounds, almost as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he grinned in ecstasy at the newfound feeling of freedom.

 

This is going to be a good day.

 

~*~

 

Arriving in his classroom while successfully bringing all of the attention from the interrupted lecture to him, the boy sat in his designated desk and rested his elbows on the tabletop, gazing at the white board in a daze.

 

"Lee Junho!" a voice close to him shouted out of the blue, and the tired boy looked up with mildly lidded eyes to see his elder female professor fuming down at him with her hands on her hips and her gaze shooting over the top of her reading glasses, and he smiled at the sight of the woman. He was closer to her than anyone in this school, perhaps because she was a good family friend. She wouldn't get mad at him for being late, would she? She hasn't before...

 

"Oh, hi."

 

Looking at the surrounding students in the room who started to chuckle and giggle at his dumb response, Junho looked back up to see the glaring face of his teacher only a few inches from his own eyes.

 

"Where are your pants and books, son?"

 

Blinking in confusion at the woman's strange question, the boy raised a slightly trimmed eyebrow before reaching under his desk to pull out his required supplies for the day.

 

"I don't know what you mean, Mrs. Choi, but my books are right-" he blinked, feeling around on the floor, "here."

 

This didn't make sense. How could his notes and textbooks suddenly vanish without a trace? The legal young male looked around at his classmates to see if they were pulling a prank on him, but they seemed to hold no secrets, and he looked back at his teacher, mouth agape to explain that he had no clue, until a thought struck his mind's eye.

 

The bus.

 

He groaned inwardly. He had left them on the bus, no wonder his back felt so light walking in here. But as for the pant situation...

 

Looking down upon himself, an immense blush reached across his cheeks and jawline. colouring his soft features, and he felt the need to slam his head upon the desk in punishment and humiliation whilst covering his boxer clad abdomen with his arms.

 

He whined quietly in his throat while watching Mrs. Choi write something heatedly down on a piece of pink paper, and he dropped his chin back to the surface of his desk once receiving the slip.

 

Damn. Sent to detention for class unpreparedness and public indecency. Way to go, me.

 

~*~

 

"Su, you ready to pack up for the evening?" an older man's voice asked from outside the recording studio the stranger was currently using, and the black-haired dyed brown music artist sat back from his position at the editing controls with a large stretch of satisfaction. 

 

Work, according to Junsu, was amazing. He got to create record-breaking hits, meet and spend time with celebrities, and earn cash all at the same time. What wasn't there to love? 

 

Leaving the office with an energetic goodbye to his manager, the man entered his car and began his journey home, making sure to remind himself with the GPS where his new home was actually located.

 

Recently he had purchased a simple apartment smack dab in Seoul, and had just today moved in with his furniture thanks to his family's help. Thus, tonight would be the first night he would stay in the dark there, and though he was nervous due to the new aura emanating from his surroundings and unknown neighbors, nothing could possibly get any better.

 

Parking in the lot outside his section's building, the handsome male inhaled through his nose before quitting his car and ascending the stairs slowly, one at a time, thinking over all of the accomplishments he had commited in the past year or so, smiling to himself until he was rudely shoved into from behind, the jolt breaking him from his reverie.

 

"Watch where you're going before you start running into people," he scolded at the seemingly student who was currently bowing apologetically to him, and he hummed in intrigue and acknowledgement toward the younger's looks, opening his mouth to start light conversation until he noticed the boy was no where to be found. He had lost his chance.

 

Continuing up the stairs, he was more than delighted to discover the boy who sparked his curiosity was outside his neighbor's door, and couldn't help but grin wildly once the kid opened the door and went inside the opposite apartment, closing the entrance behind him, and he advanced toward his own living quarters. He was determined to figure out more about this guy, but as for why... well, he wasn't all too sure.

 

~*~

 

An exhausted groan escaped the boy's lips once he crashed onto his made bed in fatigue and disappointment toward himself.

 

'Junho, you should have known better to watch where you were going' is probably what hyung would say to me if he saw that play out, he thought to himself while rolling on his back and closing his tired eyes.

 

I feel bad, I haven't seen hyung in a long time... maybe I--

 

The twenty two year old blinked as he lifted his head up once the familiar ring of an incoming call reached his exhausted senses, and it only took him a moment to pat around for the device before retrieving it and pressing down on the answer key.

 

"Hello?" his voice croaked, and he couldn't help the look of comedic bewilderment spreading across his face when he hard himself. Am I getting sick? Please, lord, do not make it come true... Not now...

 

"Yah, Junho! Why don't you call me any more?" the voice on the other end snapped without a proper greeting, and the still worrying boy winced.

 

"I'm sorry, hyung, I--"

 

"Never mind that, just let me come over," the other cried in frustration, and Junho yawned before nodding in approval.

 

"Okay."

 

"See you in an hour."

 

The student threw his phone down once the call was ended, rolling onto the sleeping space beside him before burying his face in the covers. Might as well catch a few Z's before he gets here... Nobody will be able to predict what kind of mood he'll be in...

 

And it was just his luck, as the boy fell into light slumber, that the person he had just spoken to over the phone sent him a quick text letting him know he was on his way, the caller id decorated with nothing more than an ugly smiling emoticon, the name reading:

 

Wooyoung.

 

 

 

A/N: Crappy first chapter. Crappy crappy. Ah well. It'll pick up a little more as it goes on.