I hugging eomma's leg, timid and shy. I felt smaller than usual under the gaze of all the adults; the ones that had come to hear me sing. Tuxedos and ladies in pretty dresses filled the room to the brim. I, a tiny child, was a pebble in the sea of reds, blues and blacks.

"Minseok let go." eomma whispered violently. I looked up innocently to see her neatly trimmed brows furrowed. Eomma growled slightly, flashing her white teeth. There were lipstick stains on her teeth from repeatedly biting her lips when she thought no one was watching.

"Eomma" I tugged on eomma's red dress. Eomma simply ushered me towards the stage in a hurry for something. I looked over my shoulder at my eomoni. She seemed impatient...as usual. "Eomma"

Her expression softened as my instructor passed us. "Minseok honey, it's almost time to perform" she sang in the softest voice. I wondered if eomma had momentarily be replaced by an angel or a teddy bear. "Are you ready?" She asked maintaining the facade.

"Eomma.. I don't want to sing" I said softly. I hadn't been able to get the words out before but now I seemed to be ready. All I wanted was to make her proud.. But enough was never enough.. Not for eomma..

"But Minseok, you love to sing" my instructor said placing a hand on my shoulder. I looked to my instructor. His hair was combed back off his face, and he's shaved for the occasion. But between the suit and tie he looked like every other man in the room.

"I guess I'm just nervous.." I said smoothing the second hand dress shirt, I'd been given for the occasion, with my hands.

"Fighting!"

"Are you singing too?" A boy with honey hair asked. He was wearing a much nicer outfit than myself. I nodded examining his baby face; he was so cute.

"Minseok, this is my other student Luhan" my instructor introduced. So this was Luhan, I thought as his brown eyes burned into my skull. I'd heard of this boy but never seen him in the flesh. I knew of his brilliance but never witnessed it. I could recall every time I screwed up a song and my instructor would mutter something about Luhan being able to do much better. But  here he was. The legendary student. Though he looked like he came from wealth, he was hardly intimidating.

"Ni hao" he smiled brightly. My heart fluttered as I felt a blush warm my cheeks.

"Luhan" My instructor then began to communicate with the boy in his primary tongue. I could not understand. I simply hoped he was telling Luhan that I did not speak...whatever they were speaking.

"Annyeong" Luhan gushed finally.

"Annyeong"

"So you're singing too?" Luhan asked taking both of my hands, I blushed further hoping eomma had left the 5 foot radius. To my relief she was gone when I checked over my shoulder. "I really like singing"

"N-neh neh me too"

Luhan continued smiling and I couldn't help but watch his every movement. I wanted to cuddle him like one of my teddy bears and kiss his face, like cousin Eun Mee did to her dolls before putting them to bed. "My mama says that if I do good, a may get signed to a label and be set for life!"

Signed to a label. That sounded familiar. That must have been part of my eomma's rant in the car on the drive over. "Mm" I nodded. I didn't care about being signed to anything.

"My mama and I have a dream that one day I will be famous" Luhan gushed, curling his small fists by his face. I leaned up and kisses his cheek, smiling satisfied when he reached up to touch his flushed plump skin.

"You're prettier when you're quiet" I said and turned to the stage. I climbed up the large steps, occasionally using my hands for support as our instructor called us all in a line.

"Minseok-ah" Luhan called after me. His cheeks were still pink as latched onto my back, wrapping his thin arms around my neck. I smiled and glanced at the boy over my shoulder.

"Luhan-ssi we have to sing soon" I said gently, holding his arms so they didn't accidentally choke me.

"Luhan you're up" our instructor called motioning him to come on stage. Luhan nodded behind me and smoothed out his suit and cleared his throat before walking studiously on stage.

I peeked out from behind the curtain. A judges table had been set in front of the stage, four adults looking far too serious. I turned my attention to Luhan as he sung the first notes of his song. I was in love. I knew then and there why my teacher was so crazy about him, why he spent so much time muttering about him during my lesson. The kid had angelic vocals; it was sweet like honey, but for your ears.

I closed my eyes and imagined a field on a sunny day. Luhan sat in the grassy landscape singing to me. He wore all white and looked like a fairy or an angel. I smiled and saw him turn to me, continuing to sing. It was like he was dedicating his performance to me. I stepped towards him feeling the warmth on my skin. I wanted to touch his wings. They looked so soft and yet so delicate. I reached a hand out, to brush my fingers every so gingerly on this winged creature.

"Minseok!" My instructor whispered harshly. I opened my eyes and realized I'd wandered onto the stage, my own arm outstretched to Luhan.

***
Chanyeol

Kris: Hey cutie

I groaned and pulled my phone off the vibrating night stand. I smiled when I saw Kris' message. My mood instantly brightening with my reply.

Me: Hi hyung!

Kris: I had a dream about you last night

I stopped short. He had a dream about me? Me the socially awkward kid with a contagious smile? Me the one who can't properly read sheet music but can play guitar really well? Me the one who managed to catch the attention of..*sigh* a senior.

Me: Really?

Kris: You wanna hear it?

Me: Sure..

I waited patiently for his reply.

Kris:  Last night I dreamed I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were in my room.. Only you were about 10x as y as usual ;) I remember kissing you for what felt like hours before beckoning you to come to bed, where I could make sweet love to you

I blushed madly and covered my face with the comforter. I couldn't believe what he'd just texted me. Imagine what it would have been like in person. I would have died.

Me: Is..is that it?

I knew I was only asking for it more. It was like I was begging to hear more of his dream.

Kris: Anxious are we?

Kris: After I had my arms around your waist, I found myself kissing you again as a means of distraction from seeing what you've been hiding ;)

Me: Hiding?

Kris: Well let's just say my anaconda don't want none unless they got buns..but you got buns, hon!

Not quite understanding that, I bravely asked.

Me: ... Then what happened?

Kris: Then I ripped your clothes off, attacking your chest. I wanted to devour every inch of you, hearing your sweet moans. You were so tempting.. I had to have you..

I continued to blush, feeling my pajama pants slowly becoming tight. I was starting to wish Kris was there, so he could help me with my..problem..

Me: You tease !! You made me hard :( :(

I immediately regretted sending that.

Kris: Are you now? Well I'm not how that's my fault, I was simply telling you my dream

I could feel his smirk. With every word.

Me: Yeah well.. It was your errotic dream that got me hard.. I still blame you!

Kris: If only I could see you now mmmm I bet you're lyin in your bed, all fluster, maybe a little out of breath .. I bet you wish I was over there right now so I could .. Or even better, I've been dying to wrap my lips around that lollipop of yours ;)

Me: you

Kris: Anytime you want baby ;)

Minseok

Beep beep beep beep beep beep

I slapped my hand down on the alarm and rubbed sleep from my eyes. My mood was immediately sour. I sat up and ran a hand through my matted bed head. Just another ordinary morning. I got up and strode to the bathroom, looking for my pills. I pulled the bottle from the cabinet and shook what shook out what should have n pills. I pulled my hand away empty. Oh no.

"Eomma?" I called from the top of the stairs. I put on a pullover, leaving my boxers as is and padded downstairs. I called again. "Eomma"

My mother sat passed out, head down on the table. A bottle of liquor still in her grasp. Cigarette butts in the ash tray. She must have had a rough night. I sighed and pried the bottle from her, setting back in the liquor cabinet.

"Eomma?" I whispered softly near her ear. I heard a low groan in response. "Eomma? Did you refill my prescription?"

"Do it yourself" she grumbled against the table.

"I can't, I don't have time" I said no longer whispering. I didn't depend on my mother for a lot of things but this was one of those rare occasions. "Plus, they always give me a hard time" it was true. The pharmacist near us didn't believe in chronic depression. The nerve of some doctors.

My mother grunted something else that I couldn't understand. I could feel panic rise within me. I needed those pills. I could feel the thoughts I feared, returning. There was an empty hole that was slowly growing. I needed my pills.

“Eomma can I stay home?” I rubbed my chest gently. Though the sun shined through the window, my world was black and white.

“Get your to school and I’ll get your ing prescription” my mother snapped barely lifting her head. I stared at the ground and nodded before heading upstairs to get changed.

Chanyeol

I washed my hands again suddenly feeling dirty again. I mentally cursed Kris for his y texts and ability to send chills down my spine over the phone. My phone was loaded with messages when I returned from the bathroom. 

Kris: Baby??

Kris: Chanyeol talk to me :(

Kris: Did I scare you away?

Kris: Jagiya~~

Kris: :( :( :( 

I shook my head and picked up my phone to reply. 

Me: Oppa~~

Kris: You had me worried, what were you doing?

Me: Fixing the problem you caused :/

I shook my head and shoved my phone into my bag, prepare to ignore any future buzzing.When I got to school, Kris was already waiting for me near the gate. "What are you doing out here hyung?"

Kris smirked and kissed my cheek softly, his fingers waving through my hair. I couldn't help but feel my knees go weak. "Hyung? What happened to oppa?"

"O-Oppa" I blushed looking at Kris longingly. I was completely helpless under his spell. I bit my lower lip, at this rate I'd have to try and conceal a all day. 

"That's better" Kris chuckled said moving his hand from my hair and to my waist, pulling me close. "Shall we?" I nodded and started towards the front doors, feeling a gentle tug backward whenever I was too far ahead.

My eyes scanned the crowded hallways for Minseok. I had a test coming up soon and I wanted his help studying. But not only that, Minseok was one of the few friends I'd managed to make for in this school. He was the only other one, next to Kris, who didn't find my excessive smiling obnocious. My mind was so focused on Minseok that I hardly noticed where Kris had been steering me till we found ourselves in the janitor's closest. Kris shut the door, knocking over a couple mops and brooms, before pinning me against the wall. I blushed deeply as his lips smashed onto my own. Kris was probably the iest senior walking down the school halls; I had no doubt he was an experienced kisser. And me only having been kissed by my mom and one time by my half cousin who'd been hitting on me all summer, was left to fall into the ubmissive role. One of Kris' hands moved from pinning my shoulder to squeezing my . I gasped against his lips, unknowingly inviting his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned softly trying my best to keep up with the kiss. 

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you" Kris said pulling away slightly for air. I panted but kept our foreheads connecting. My eyes were still closed. My mind dazed.

"M-me too" I said breahtlessly. "My god, you're so attractive"

"And you are so tempting" Kris smirked stealing my lips once more. I took the oppourtunity to grind against him sensually. I wanted him to take me then and there. I didn't care if I sounded like a girl. I would beg on my knees if it meant I could lose it to the hottest man I'd ever met. All of my rational thinking was gone. Kris grinding back against me, causing me to lose my footing. I fell on my back with Kris ontop of me, our lips ever still locked in pure lust. 

The bell rang intterupting our makeout session. 

"I guess we'll have to pick this up another time" Kris said climbing off of me. After helping me up he suggested it would probably be best that we left seperately to avoid any unwanted attention. Kris straightened out his uniform and winked at me before heading out of the closet. I cleaned up the brooms and any other supplies we'd managed to move out of place during out y fest. I opened the door to the janitor's closet. When I saw the coast was clear, I shuffled out and stood in the hallway. I let out a loud sigh. A few people glanced at me but I didn't care. I felt like I was on top of the world. Nothing could bring me down now. 

Minseok

I didn't want to be in school. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be alive. I wanted nothing more than to be dead. I sat at Mr. Lee now designated 'assistant table' waiting for Chanyeol to show up. He disheveled appearance when he staggered in the doorway a few minutes late, confirmed any suspiscions I had about him being with Kris. I knew Kris's type, get 'em worked up, hook up and leave. Chanyeol wasn't in good hands. But who was I to judge? I barely had my own love life sorted, not to mention a growing attraction to Chanyeol, thereby defeating the purpose of interfering with him and Kris.  

"Hey" he said dazed as he sat down next to me. I looked him over. I knew from minimal experience that this was in fact from a makeout session. His lips were swollen as he smiled goofily. His hair was nicely ruflled instead of his normally clean cut, studious look. His uniform had been loosened immensly at the top. I pressed my lips into a hard line. Kris was such a lucky damn bastard. 

"Alright let's get started" I said softly. I rested my head on my palm and tried not to sound annoyed when I had to explain everything over a second time. "Sorry I'm just distracted" he would say. Normally I'd accept that from him, but not when I knew where his tongue had been before class. 

"Focus!" I told him for the millionth time. My patience was gone. I certainly hoped this wasn't all from my jealousy and partly from the lack of pills I would normally take daily.

"Minseok have you ever been in love?" That question just about through me off the rail. 

"Boy, have I ever.."