"Say... is it gay to love yourself?"

"Pretty much," Soonyoung responded while eating Seungkwan's home made Kimbap.

"I knew it!" Seungkwan clicked his fingers. "No wonder I'm a confident gay."

"Soonyoung, look!" Seokmin scooted closer to Soonyoung's side. "Researches said that sex can boost your recall skills and activate the area of your brain associated with learning. Should we just have sex to increase our grades?"

Soonyoung cheeks flushed red as he pushed Seokmin away. "No way, that's gay."

"Aren't we all?" Seungkwan answered from behind.

"How can you—MOM, A DEVIL JUST SUMMONED ITSELF!" Seokmin screeched 5 octaves higher than his talking voice, resulting the whole class to jumped simultaneously, except from some students who's always seemed unbothered.

Seungkwan wanted to punch Seokmin for causing a scene. However when he saw the devil itself, he ended up screaming with him, but in falsetto.

A damn cockroach had the audacity to walked inside the classroom.

Meanwhile a guy laughed when others were in pain. The name Choi Seungcheol was written on his name tag.

I knew it. He's definitely onto something, Seungkwan thought in his head.

Instead of escaping, Seungcheol advanced toward the cockroach with a smug. "Y'all scared of this little bitch?" He grabbed the roach's body. "What a sissy reaction," he pestered the whole class.

Karma is a bitch. In the moment where Seungcheol was bragging himself for being brave enough, the cockroach upgraded its skill, so it flew away from Seungcheol's pinch and started swarming around the classroom.

Seungcheol's personality changed drastically. "ASJSJSIHWBSJALWBS!" he screamed loudly in keyboard smash. Even Seungkwan wondered how the hell he managed to speak keyboard smash.

From the brave hero, Seungcheol turned into a mashed potato and jumped higher than everyone else. Rumors said he's still hanging on the Air Conditioner.

Everything was nothing but pure fiasco.

"Goddamnit, bitches are so loud. Do I have to do everything myself?" A guy stood up from his seat that's located at the back corner (next to the window), then started B-boying in the middle of the class, leaving everyone's jaws opened. He then performed a scissors leap ½ turn, followed by a perfect backflip, and the next thing they realized, the cockroach was already stuck between his fingers.

The way he grabbed the roach reminded Seungkwan of the way he holds a credit card on everyday's lives. That B-boy guy did an insane free fall 1½ twist airborne before throwing the roach outside from the window, letting it fell free in air.

"My name is Xu Minghao, I'm 17 years old, and I just recently opened my own Dojo after successfully defeated the previous master on a race to the death parkour challenge." He handed each student a business card. "Consider coming to my establishment if you desire to practice the physical discipline of training to overcome any obstacle within one's path by adapting one's movement to the environment. Contact me by dialing the numbers below," he explained with a serious look.

With that level of over-powered skill, he deserved to call himself the main character, though that role hadn't shown its signal of leaving Seungkwan's body anytime soon.

"Amazing." The whole class cheered in Mariah Carey's whistle note. Soonyoung threw confetti all over the place in celebration.

Even at this level of chaos, Seungkwan's gaze fell on Hansol who just entered the class with a crumpled uniform. Seungkwan assumed he just returned after a gang fight with other jocks from another school, whereas in reality he just didn't have time to iron his uniform. He's practically a 5 years old stuck in a teenager's body.

Soon after the homeroom teacher entered the class in the guise of an inspector. Anyway, the teacher lectured Soonyoung for transforming the classroom to a big mess with his confetti when it's unnecessary, albeit he explained many times about the circumstances.

"Silence!" The teacher slammed at the poor wooden table. "We don't have that much of a time left since I entered the class late, but let me inform you that for the next two weeks you'll be doing a group's presentation. For the topics I will inform you later after everyone's separated into a group of three."

Nice, Seungkwan thought. Having three people in a group would be a safer option to avoid awkward interaction, especially since he's still new in this environment.

With this many people, there's no chance for Seungkwan to be in the same group with Hansol.

"Say sike!" said the soft spoken Lord Jihoon as he pulled a +4 UNO card from beyond the fourth wall. He's currently diving to the UNO universe with another god from the fifth wall, Bumzu.

The moment Seungkwan went looking for his friends' names and his own, his foot froze when he saw the members' names.

Group 4: Jisoo, Minghao, Seokmin
Group 5: Jeonghan, Seungkwan, Hansol
Group 6: Mingyu, Soonyoung, Wonwoo.

Yup, Seungkwan didn't pay attention for the rest of the group; only these three. Side characters aren't important until their time to shine comes.

"All is well. All is well. All is well. All is well," he repeated the same sentence over and over again to enhance his spell's effectiveness. He clutched his vest while trying his best to compose himself.

Don't worry, Seungkwan. There's still Jeonghan.

Upon seeing Jisoo's silhouette, he rotated 45° to match his eye level. "Jisoo," he said anxiously, "do you know which one's Jeonghan?"

The taller male nodded in understatement. "The sleeping boy sitting in between Minghao and Mingyu's seat." He pointed to the mentioned direction. Seungkwan's eyes followed exactly where he pointed only to found a sleeping body.

Considering the fact that Seungkwan had observed his classmates yesterday, he found it odd from the way he completely missed Jeonghan's whole existence. During the cockroach arc, that boy didn't even move from his seat. Honestly Seungkwan wouldn't be surprised to hear he's already dead.

Sighing in defeat, he moved his chair to Jeonghan's table. Carefully, he nudged the sleeping boy's arms in attempt to wake him up. Unfortunately, no changes were seen.

"Seok, can you help me?" he pleaded as soon as he saw Seokmin passing by.

"It's an honor." He turned towards Jeonghan's ear and started screeching like his life depends on it.

"Seokmin." The teacher glared at him. "Keep your voice down or you'll be cleaning the class with Soonyoung after school."

"Actually I'd love to." He smiled happily.

A pang of guilt rushed into Seungkwan for he had caused trouble for Seokmin again. "I'm truly sorry." He kneeled down to show his regret.

The taller laughed. "Don't worry, Kwannie. After all, self sacrifice is my kink."

"O-okay." He tried so hard not to kink shame him in any ways. "I respect your taste."

"Talking about kinks, should I reveal everyone's kink?" he offered. Although Seungkwan shook his head, Seokmin took that as a big fat 'yes'.

"Please, no—"

He ignored him. "Jisoo has a water kink, Mingyu has this sort of seniority kink, Soonyoung doesn't have one, Junhui has a ghost kink, Minghao has a master kink, Chan is satisfied enough with porn, Wonwoo leans more toward age play, and lastly Seungcheol has leather kink," he listed, "I still don't know about the rest, especially Jeonghan and Hansol, but I believe they don't care about those stuff. He's always sleeping and Hansol is still 5."

"Ignorance is bliss," Seungkwan cried. He took the information as his punishment for putting Seokmin in this kind of situation. "How the heck did you obtain such information?"

"You wouldn't want to know." He lowered his head mysteriously. "The hint is Minghao. I won't explain any further." He then left him in the most dramatic way as possible.

Seungkwan stood up with a dark expression. He hated it here.

"Move, you're in the way." A voice interrupted, much to Seungkwan's annoyance. That voice belonged to Hansol and by hearing him speak, his blood already boiled. He hated the way he speaks.

He scoffed, "Have it your way." He pulled his seat and landed his butt there, right next to Jeonghan's sleeping body.

"You again." He pointed at Seungkwan with his middle finger. "That annoying toilet guy who didn't know how to apologize to someone after bumping onto them."

For a second, he wanted to punch him right at the esophagus. "I'm surprised you remember me," he mocked. He refrained from executing his ulterior motive to avoid detention.

"Tch, whatever." He rolled his eyes before grabbing a chair in front of him. "Hansol and you are?"

"Seungkwan."

"I still don't like you," he said for the nth time. His statement was getting repetitive.

Seungkwan sighed. "Guess what? I don't like you too. Still, I have no choice to not work with you, so please don't make this anymore difficult."

The latter replied with a frown. "Why are you so nosy?"

"That's strange coming from you," Seungkwan echoed, crossing his hands. "You're really annoying to be honest. How old are you? Five?"

This time Hansol slammed the table loud enough to make Minghao did a ½ twist off axis jump to frontal split in the middle of a discussion with his teammates. "What did you say about me?" He got the whole class looking at him.

All except for Jeonghan.

"Did I stutter?"

"People like you pissed me off."

"Nice to know."

"Are you mocking me?"

"For Kimbap's sake, did you whack a vending machine when you're 5 or something?" Seungkwan glared at him angrily. "You're so self centered."

"W-wait..." Hansol made an indistinguishable mien. "How did you know?" His eyes widened in fear. There's nothing but fearful stares coming from him.

The sudden change put Seungkwan off guard. "Huh? Seriously?"

"Boo Seungkwan, Chwe Hansol!" The teacher gave them a look. "Tone it down or I'll have to kick you out of the class," he warned. They quickly went timid faster than Seokmin when he ran away from a ghost.

"Hand me your phone." Hansol showed his palm with a certain gesture.

He denied, "I am not obliged to lend you my precious phone." Not only it's unnecessary, Seungkwan never liked the idea of lending his phone to another person, even his own mother. Cellphones explain the owner's personality and tastes that others might find inconvenient.

"Fine." Though he's not. "Write down your phone number here." His hands found a way to Jeonghan's notebook and teared the edge of the last page.

"What for?" Suspicious as he sounded, he somehow wrote his number as told.

"I need your number so we can keep in touch for this group project." His voice faltered as tears brimmed his vapid eyes. The sight was supposed to make Seungkwan felt guilty, but he didn't.

Seungcheol and now Hansol. Do they have split personality or something? He thought, slightly massaging his temple.

The ringing bell interrupted Seungkwan's train of thoughts. With the teacher being late, the badly led class ended sooner than usual. The students scurried to their lockers to change clothes.

Physical education. Oh, how Seungkwan despised that subject.

Dragging his shoes with a heavy heart, Seungkwan let out an aggrieved groan while attempting to hear Soonyoung and Seokmin conversation as the boy with slanted eyes recited his very own coming out story.

"I was literally playing hide and seek with my neighbor as I hid inside my closet, but this bitch ditched me since she couldn't find me and I ended up waiting for eternity," Soonyoung recited, "I thought I would never be found, but then this guy opened the closet, telling me to come out. You can guess the rest."

Seokmin rubbed his chin. "You jumped out of the closet, admitted how gay you were, then fell in love with this guy only to found out afterwards that the guy was actually your neighbor's father."

"Yes and wait—no!" he spatted. "He's my neighbor's older brother and I seriously had a crush on him for years until they eventually moved out."

"What about you, Seok?" Seungkwan tried to stir the conversation in order to avoid reality. "Any interesting story?"

"I've been waiting for you to ask me!" Seokmin clicked his fingers.

"You fell in love with your friend's father?" Soonyoung glared suspiciously.

If he was drinking something, he would spill the drink everywhere. Thankfully he wasn't. "Yeah... sorta." He played with his fingers and stared aimlessly at his feet, as if there was something interesting down there, though it's just his shadow.

"What?!"

"That's messed up, dude."

"I know that's gross, but if you guys were in my position, you would fall for him too since he's pretty young for a dad. Besides, he's hot." Seokmin tried to justify his old self's first love.

Soonyoung shook his head in disbelief. "Kwan-ah, what about you?"

"What about me?" he asked himself. "I came out to my parents when I was 6 years old and they're like 'okay, understandable' as if they were expecting me to say so because in a family, there must be at least one gay cousin and turns out that's me."

On their way to the gymnasium, a student from another class appeared out of nowhere on front of them. They gave the guy a puzzled look because even they didn't recognize the boy.

"Kwon Soonyoung and Lee Seokmin," he said.

"Yes," Soonyoung responded. "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Cho told me to escort you to his office."

This time Seungkwan glanced at his friends, eyes filled with curiosity.

"Shit," Soonyoung cussed. "I think Mr. Cho found out we stole his memory card."

"Wait, what?"

Seokmin gave him an apologetic look. "Before you came to this school, we stole Mr. Cho's memory card because we strongly believe he collects porn videos."

"Guys, now." The boy had his eyes pierced on them. Judging from his manner, Seungkwan guessed that the boy might or might not be Mr. Cho's son.

"Okay! I guess we'll see you later, Kwannie."

"Yeah, bye Kwan-ah!"

"Make sure you don't get expelled!" Seungkwan let out a saucy laugh upon seeing their suddenly turned depressed faces.

I have good friends.

Whether it's luck or not, the situation was hard to read. It's not like Seungkwan happened to pass a group of crows crying. Nonetheless, only misfortunes infiltrated him. For once, Seungkwan could walk alone in the hallways without spotting another student's paranormal activities.

The universe was being too nice to Seungkwan that day. With this being mentioned, Lord Jihoon smirked while pushing a button with the sign 'misfortune' written on the very top of the item. After having that button pressed, the disastrous high school life Seungkwan wished he never had happened before his eyes.

He got hit right on the face with a basketball out of all balls in the whole universe, from the moment he stepped inside the gymnasium. The smell of air Salonpas still lingered inside Seungkwan's nostrils.

"Seungkwan!"

He heard two voices calling him simultaneously. Sighing melodramatically, he didn't bother to find out their identities and slept on the floor, basically playing dead. Having the chance to skip class, he decided to close his eyelids to find peace.

Nosebleed didn't sound too bad as an excuse to skip school, or to at least skip the current period. After all, nosebleed is basically a nose's period.

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