Korea; Seoul, 7:42 am
Y/n's POV:

"Gosh, is there always this much rush?" I whined as the car slowed down.

"Pfft. Baby," Haechan yawned as he continued to look at his phone.

"Mam we are about to reach," the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror as I rested my head back at the seat.

Ugh, I so don't wanna go to university. Why do I have to go? Can't I be homeschooled or something?  I am so not good at social gatherings and I have to be around people whom I don't even know! I could use a malt at this tiring moment.

"Can we stop around the convenience store? I feel like drinking some malt."

"What the heck! Why do you wanna drink alcohol in the morning?" Haechan looked at me with a disbelieving look.

"I'm not gonna drink alcohol, you idiot!" You flicked his forehead, "I drink non-alcoholic apple malt."

He was taken aback at your action and it was visible on his face.

Haechan POV:

"What the heck? Why do you wanna drink alcohol in the morning?" I looked at her in disbelief. From what I've heard about her, she doesn't drink.

OUCH! I felt something hit my forehead. I looked up and saw... Y/n's hand near my forehead.

"I'm not gonna drink alcohol, you idiot! I drink non-alcoholic apple malt." She said as she pulled her hand back.

Why does this remind me of something?

"Haechan pabo!"
"Y/n pabo!"

"Haechan.... HAECHAN!" Y/n shouted in my ear.

"What?" I looked at her when I realized that I was staring at her the whole time. Shit.

"Back in our senses our we?" She smirked as the car came to a halt.

Time skip:
Y/n POV:

The driver went away as I and Haechan entered the university building. I had expected it to be more like a boring but what I saw totally blew my mind.

There was a beautiful brick building, seven stories tall. Students were roaming around, and there was also a skating rink at the far left of the ground with graffiti art on the walls on its sides. There was a fountain in the middle of the ground and a signpost "Cafeteria" was situated in the far left corner of the building. There were terraces for each floor and sitting arrangement for those who wanted to sit outside.

(Somewhat like this)

"I never thought a university would look this exciting," I said as I looked back at Haechan. He was too indulged in viewing the building that he didn't even listen to me.

Maybe I'm not the one who hasn't seen such a beautiful campus.

"Should we go in?" Haechan asked as he bent down over my shoulder, whispering in my ear, "Pabo"

"Hey!" I turned back to look at him. "I am not a pabo." He smirked and dragged me along him into the building.

"Your mom has specially asked me to get you some good friends so play along if I introduce you to anyone." Haechan looked at me as we walked towards the dean's office.

"Ha, I dare you to do it and I will chop your tongue off." I sneered. He stared into my eyes and I felt my cheeks getting hot. "I'd like to see you do that," he came closer as he flicked my forehead. "Pabo."

And with that, he went into the waiting room next to the dean's office. Ugh, I swear this man would be the death of me in a very bad way. 

Another time skip:

We arrived at the hall labelled C-6 on the third floor.

"That's neat, having a specific floor dedicated to a specific art genre." He said as he checked his time table again.

"Since when did you have an interest in arts?" I turned to him as he put the timetable in his bag. "Huh? Oh well you see, I love singing and dancing and I originally wanted to become a singer." He smiled brightly, maybe a bit too brightly.

"But dad didn't approve so I did what he asked me too. I don't regret my decision of being a KS-" he stopped, rethinking what he was about to say.

"KS what?" I asked. What does he mean? Does he mean the KSI?  My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell. The class was about to start at approximately 5 minutes so I grabbed Haechan by the shoulder and pushed him in the hall.

We went in and saw some students already sitting in the class. One of them had blueish grey hair and he was sitting alone looking at us. As Haechan stood straight, he looked up and waved at the blue-haired boy.

"You know him?" 

"Yeah, he is my friend." He walked up the stairs towards him as I followed him.

"Hey, I am Na Jaemin but call me Jaemin. It's nice to meet you Y/n." The blue-haired boy stretched his hand towards me while flashing a warm smile. Gosh, such a beautiful smile.

"How do you know my name?" I looked at him in the eyes as he glanced towards Haechan.

Ugh, this boy.