Editing done! ( It wasn't sevem hours but better late than never )

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Over the second week ZhouMi's feelings towards Henry changed.

If at first he couldn't help but laugh over the younger male's attempts to actually complete one of the math tests, now all he noticed was how uncontrollably and terribly sloppy the first year was. The buttons on his uniform were never fully buttoned, his tie was usually loosely hanging around his neck, he threw his bag wherever he pleased to and his handwriting was that of a five year old. Apart from that he was friendly and polite, a bit loud at times but not something ZhouMi could handle. The first year liked to smile and seemed to always be in a rather good mood  but even considering his nice personality and smiley character ZhouMi couldn't help but feel a certain dislike towards the boy. That's why after each detention class he would swiftly bid Henry goodbye and exit the classroom without hearing an answer. Sometimes he would feel guilty for being rather cold to the oblivious boy but when you don't like somebody - you just don't like that person.

On the other hand Henry felt intimidated by ZhouMi. He was tall and thin, had a handsome face, seemed pretty fashionable and apart from English he seemed quite clever. Not to mention that he had a personal driver and was probably hella rich. That's why Henry tried to act very polite around the older boy - not really sure what else to do as he had never met such people before. All of the  people in his orphanage - both adults and kids - were.... simple. You didn't really have to analyze the way they acted to guess what kind of mood they were in. They smiled when they were happy, cried when they were sad or deeply touched, furrowed their eyebrows when they were not pleased with something. With ZhouMi or anyone else in that school for that matter you could never tell if they were happy or sad. They all seemed to keep their emotions inside afraid to show anyone else their feelings. And that seemed strange to Henry who was used to his overly emotional friends back home.

Speaking of friends, Henry didn't really communicate with many people in the school - everyone but two to be exact. One of them strangely enough was Zhoumi, the other was Ryeowook - Henry's first and only friend in the school. Unlike many other students Ryeowook liked to smile and was really friendly despite being also a bit shy. He studied hard and got good marks but was never really considered smart.  Ryeowook didn't have many friends either - apart from Henry there was a certain first year named Kim Kibum and a third year who went by the name Yesung ( Henry had never heard Ryeowook call him by the real name ). Henry hadn't met either of them yet but have heard wonderful stories about them from Ryeowook.

And that's how the days went for Henry.

In the morning he would eat breakfast with the other kids and hurry to school. In classes he would try his best to pay attention to the teacher's lectures, during breaks he would hurry to his next class trying his best to avoid at times rude and harsh upperclassmen, at lunch he would meet up with Ryeowook and they would both head to the library for a peaceful meal, after class he would hurry to detention, get yelled at and then leave the school. Back home he would play with the other kids and do homework. After dinner he would be asked to play the violin which he would happily comply to as music was one of the things in life Henry enjoyed most. At 11 pm he would already be in bed.

Henry's POV

School was done and the building was strangely empty. Even Ryeowook left. Of course not before dragging me to the opposite side of the school in hopes of introducing his friend Yesung to me. Apparantely the older boy usually hung out around the classrooms after school in hopes of finding bugs and adding them to his collection. ( I wasn't really surprised as even before I had heard strange stories about the boy everyone calls Yesung. ) However today Yesung was busy with his music club. This greatly upset Ryeowook at first but he promised that tomorrow he would for sure introduce me to his older friend. I didn't get time to answer as after the statement Ryeowook hugged me goodbye and ran away wishing me luck in my detention. 

Now I was stuck in an unfamiliar part of school - empty and quite but definitely not calming.

Sighing I turned around and started walking towards the general direction of the detention classroom. I passed the infirmary and made sure to make a mental check to myself where it was located ( you never know when you would need to fake a sickness in order to get back home. ) The library was also pretty close by but I never really had a liking to reading so I made sure not to use my "precious" brain to remember that.

After walking by several classrooms I had completely given up on finding the room of hell. I was lost. And it wasn't neccessarily a bad thing that no one could point me in the right direction - no I didn't have to go to detention. I smiled and inwardly thanked Ryeowook and his mysterious friend Yesung ( *add sci-fi music* )

"Hey, kid! You lost?" - Nonononono!!! Please let him not be talking me... Please.... - "Yah! You over there! I am talking to you!"

Of course. God didn't want me to up a math test. Thanks for the consideration.

I turned around - "Me?"

In front to me was a lanky dude hunched up in the corner with a cigarette in between his long fingers. He had blond hair that was fluffed up and in the dark you could really see anything else. He was wearing the school uniform so I assumed he was from here.

"Yeah... You seem to be lost..." - He pressed the cigarette to his lips then lazily put his arm down and huffed out smoke. - "Do you need help?"

He seemed fairly safe to talk to. Didn't look like he was some kind of hulk and he seemed to be in a fairly neutral mood. In any case he looked way to comfortable in his corner to stand up. Ever. I

turned myself to him fully - "I am looking for the detention room...?"

"Detention Room..." - the guy took another huff of the cigarette - "Dorry dude... I'm new as well...."

I nodded and gave a little smile but before I could continue on my way to the exit he stopped me.

"Wait! Junsuuu!" - I shuddered at the sudden scream.

Soon enough a guy walked out of what seemed like the dance studio.

"Eunhyuk! Hyoyeon is gonna kick your if you won't be down in two... So quit your smoking... Session.... And besides dont tempt me!!! You know I quit smoking  years ago." - the so called Eunhyuk snickered at the last statement.

"Arent we waiting for Donghae?"

"You seriously think he'll come?"

"Didnt he text Hyo that he will?"

"Aish... You never know with that kid..." Should I bother saying that I felt left out...?

"Aren't you younger that him?" - Eunhyuk lazily asked while tossing the cigarette in a nearby bin

. "He acts younger!!!! Besides... he doesn't -"  Whatever he wanted to say got cut off as he noticed me. He studied me before sending Eunhyuk a questioning look.

I nervously looked at the clock on the wall - 7 minutes late = 7 times more yelling. ( Whoever said I was bad at math? )

"Oh... Junsu, the kid's looking for the detention classroom... Mind guiding him towards the light." - Eunhyuk added a dramatic expression to emphasize HOW much it meant to me.

Junsu chuckled before turning to me.

"Just go down the hall until you reach the cafeteria and turn right. It will be right at the end of the hallway. There's a map near the cafeteria if you get lost." 

I nodded before smiling and bowing muttering a "thanks" before rushing off in the pointed direction.

I really didn't want to go to detention. I think I only fully realized that when I was standing infront of the classroom -13 minutes late, panting and terrified.

I has even thought of turning around and calling it a day. I would probably have to deal with consequences later but today I could really enjoy myself. And by that I mean go to the orphanage and continue my usual routine

. But I knew I wouldn't leave.

I sighed.

They say that it's good to change things once in a while - spice things up - don't they? I have lived my whole life the same way. And never even once have I thought of changing it. Sure it wasn't perfect but it wasn't bad either. I didn't want anything to change for the worse.

So what is it about being called an idiot that lured me into this classroom?

What is it about getting yelled at that made my day a bit brighter?

Why despite all the fear that I feel in this classroom do I keep coming back for more almost too willingly?

At first I was freaked out when a voice in my head said: "Because you are a masohist, Henry!"

Of course not! That's absurd!

Then what?

Then it hit me - that one word.  ZhouMi.

I was well aware that he was avoiding me and we weren't close enough for me to actually feel hurt. 

I was well aware that something about menpossed him off but I would never change myself for the sake of a stranger.

I was well aware that ZhouMi didn't enjoy my company even half as much as I enjoyed his but I was never really looking for friendship with him.

So why was I so happy to spend the 15 seconds in between the teacher's yelling exchanging small comments with Henry about anything really: weather, China, favorite deserts?

Why did I feel that it would be equal to betrayal if I skipped detention thus leving him alone?

Why was I willing to go through all kinds of insults just to spend some time with ZhouMi who would be to busy doing unimportant things like texting or examining his nails?

So dear readers, if you're still with me in this story try to solve this riddle - answer those questions that keep bothering and confusing me. What is it that I like so much about spending time not really with but next to ZhouMi?

Oh, and rid yourselvea of any kind of Delusions because the answer to the question is most definitely not love.     

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