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two: "why were you in such a hurry?"

"What a piece of cake." Hakyeon nearly choked on his spit as he laughed at his own statement. Well, not really a joke. He wasn't sure about his exam at first, but now that he thinks about it again, he had been a trainee for quite a long time when he was still in Korea, so the earlier stage was just like practice for an audition he had for a huge company.

He lifted his left hand up, his performance result held delicately. His face brightening up as he read it again and again.

Cha Hakyeon /South Korea /18
Course: Idol course
Entrance exam: PASSED
Singing skills: PASSED
Dancing skills: PASSED

Congratulations, you have been placed in class S. We hope to see you at our opening ceremony on xx-xx, please be there by eight o'clock sharp!

Hakyeon's phone started ringing, his sister's name popping up. Another handful of thank you's for the public wi-fi was mentally said before he pressed 'accept', the phone against his ear as he fixes his scarf. "Yes noona?"

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The auditorium was full of students chattering as they wait for the orientation to start. Sanghyuk adjusts his red neck tie as he looks around nervously. Then suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, excuse me. Are these seats taken?" A young man with sharp features was looking at him expectantly, referring to the two seats to Sanghyuk's left. It took a few seconds for the younger to translate the question in his head but he answered quite quickly.

"Oh, no they're not. You can go ahead." He nods, giving a small smile to the other's companion. The two settled beside the purple haired male, the first one who spoke was the one in the middle as he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you by the way. I'm Kim Yongseok. And this is my friend," he gestures to the other man beside him. "I'm Zhong Ze Xian, but you can call me Casper." They shook hands as Sanghyuk breathed a sigh of relief, making the two curious.

"Great. Another person who speaks my language." He says in straight Korean, laughing at the surprised look on Yongseok's face. "I'm Han Sanghyuk. Nice to meet you Yongseok and Casper."

Yongseok saw the confused reaction of his friend, so he turns and translates the first phrase that Sanghyuk said. "He's from Korea too." And Casper nods in understanding.

"I'm from Shanghai, oh and yeah I'm seventeen years old, Yongseok is sixteen." Casper adds to their introductions, the purple haired male nods.

"You're both older than me." He points out. "I'm fifteen."

It was the youngest's turn to be confused when Yongseok started rejoicing, Casper only shook his head in disbelief at his friend's childishness, going as far as to blow a raspberry to the oldest. "I'm not the youngest anymore!" He exclaims in victory, rubbing his cheek against Casper's.

"Yeah yeah I get it." He flicked Yongseok on the forehead, immediately replacing the joy on his face with a pout. Casper immediately looked at the now-youngest instead. "By the way, what class are you in?"

"Me? I'm in class A." He answers, a finger pointed towards his self. The oldest nods, a small grin on his lips.

"I guess we will be seeing you everyday then?" He laughs quietly. "Yongseok and I are in class A as well."