Chapter 1: Soft Hearted

         Tick tock tick tock...The clock was definitely not going to just stop for his sake.

        Kai gave a soundless sigh as his hand remained still while holding his pen. This test was a disaster, what did the teacher end up teaching all this time? After all, the man was sitting quite far away from him at the desk that was all the way to the front of the classroom, his eyes fixed upon a piece of newspaper. Better to try something than to just let it be...

        Squinting his eyes towards you who shared the long desk with him, he shifted his chair by the slightest to be close enough to eye the test paper which you were almost done with. Your teeth clenched quickly when you felt his movement. Your eyes turned to him with an angry glare, yet you sealed your lips to not make a sound as his pleading face was the first thing you saw. His fingers intertwined together under the desk in a begging manner as he mouthed his words carefully, Please help me, Celeste.

        Raising your chin, you ordered him off back to his place with your stabbing glances, leaving Kai to lower his head despairingly. He was nearly startled when he felt your fingers grab his hand under the desk, slipping inside his palm a small note. Which numbers? He read to himself, quietly rejoicing over his victory over his class president while he gave a mischievous grin. It was not only him, but everyone of them who would do this to you once in a while. After a small moment of pleading, you would always give in and offer whatever that was requested of you.

            "Celeste..."
            Your eyes shot away yet another time to catch up with the one who was brave enough to even make a sound. You bit your lips from the inside, wishing that you could only warn Sehun and ask that he turns back for his own sake. "Celeste what did you get for number..."

        "Oh Sehun!" The professor finally stood and called, standing from his seat. "Must I repeat a rule that even kindergarteners know? There is no talking during a test, and keep your eyes on your own paper!" His thick glasses slipped down his nose bridge while his expression hardened into an angry one. Everyone around the classroom turned to glance Sehun their sympathetic looks, knowing that he would not be getting out of this so easily. Chanyeol was the only one that covered his mouth to give off a small laugh, trying to hide the fact that he actually found the scene funny.

        "Mister," your voice pulled away all attention, "Don't blame Sehun. He was only returning the eraser that I lent him earlier during the test because I asked him for it." Your lips curved into a formal smile, and over your truthful-sounding words, he grimaced. At last he waved his hand. "Well well...very well, all of you, stop staring and continue on!"