Today was friday

The day she would finally meet her assigned group for the music project.

She didn't know why did she became so hyped that her mind couldn't help but wandered during the entire day, just imagining how this moment would unfold.

This is it, behind this music room door, is her future group partner.

Why did she feel so nervous? It was just a group project for all she know.

That's right, she didn't have to feel this way.

She opened the door slowly, adding the dramatic effect to it.

"Excuse me? I'm here for the group project..."

She trailed,as her orbs scanned the room for someone within the room. Her eyes landed on the three boys who's sitting on the same table.

"Ah, you must be [Y/N]. We've been told that you're our last member for this project. Welcome to our group!"

One of them greeted her with a smile that shows a slight dimple on his cheeks. His ashy hair colour was interesting to look at, but she found the dimples on his cheeks to be immensely eye-catching, since now she couldn't stop wondering how would it feels if she dip her index finger to it.

Another one was smiling so wide that she herself could feel the edge of her lips to curl upwards at the kind gesture. If she were to describe him, she would say that he is a cheerful orange-haired boy that was filled with a positive vibe and endless hope.

And the last of them also gave her a smile, but accompanied by a friendly(?) wink, in which she awkwardly reply with a hesitant laugh. She noticed how he look more elegant than masculine, despite his wide shoulder. Maybe it was because of his attractive face, maybe it was his bizarre pink hair. Who knows?

"Nice to meet you all."

Bowing in her place, she return the smile towards the three boys who later introduced themself briefly as she did the same.

But not long after, her smile was replaced by a look of confusion when she finally realizes what's wrong.

"But i thought this is a group of five. There's only four of us here…"

She thought aloud, as the boys look around them and notices her concern.

Another one of them,-she recall his name was Hoseok, was looking left and right, until he stops at a spot she didn't bother to look at, where a lump of chocolate hair was poking out from behind the bag.

"Oh, there he is! He loves sleeping, you see… WAKEY WAKEY! GOOD MORNING!"

At first she flinched at how loud his voice is, but then she was more shocked to see the sleeping boy rather than the shrill decibel of the cheery upperclassman.

"Sugar boy?"