lenses ; kray

chapter i

"Hey! Yifan, isn't it?"

The said male looks up in surprise at the familiar voice, only to find Yixing smiling down at him with that dimple of his before sitting down at the chair next to him. Blinking twice, he remembers he left the boy hanging without a respond. And so he gives the younger a brief nod, letting out a, "Yeah. Yixing, right?"

Yixing is in this class?

They have the same class?

Sweet heavens.

"That I am. Though some people tends to call me Steven Yeun." A smug smile was placed on the younger's face.

"Because you're asian?"

"Yifan, we're all asian here." Yixing sends him a deadpan stare, resulting in Yifan realizing he's in China, not Canada anymore. "And it's because I'm handsome."

Raising a brow, Yifan slowly avert his gaze to the whiteboard instead, teasing the guy. "Sure."

"Hey!" Yixing sends him a scowl, though the corner of his lips itching to form a smile.

"What's up, people?!"

"Dear God." Yifan sees Yixing buries his face in his palms at the source of the sound from the corner of his eyes.

"Today, we're, The Beagles, just missing one more member," Baekhyun giggles, "Get it? The Beatles, The Beagl—"

"Just continue please."

"Shut up, Jongdae."

"I can't believe!"

And then they were singing. Yifan doesn't know if he should feel amazed or weirded out by the sudden show. He notices those three (meaning Chanyeol, Jongdae and Baekhyun) have great voices despite their . . . um, idiotic personality.

Anyway, Chanyeol has a great bass voice, Yifan admits. Even with Baekhyun's and Jongdae's singing in high pitch, he manages to keep his rhythm throughout the song.

Yifan claps along with his classmates as the three bow down, wide grin painting their faces.

"Great, aren't they?" Yixing nudges his arm, a smile taking over his face.

Nodding, Yifan divert his gaze from the three singers to Yixing, meeting his eyes. "They are."

"Okay, that was fantastic, you three may go to your seat now." Mr. Im clap his hands with his face lack of any emotion, gesturing for the three to go to their chairs.

"Welcome to Soo Man High, Yifan." Jongdae whispered as he walk passed him, winking slyly.

Shaking his head in amazement, Yifan chuckles to himself.

So this is Soo Man High.

As the time ticks away, Yifan can't help but notice Yixing has been doodling in his notebook for quite some time. He doesn't pay attention to the lecture, seeming engrossed in his own world. Feeling curious, Yifan decided to peek at his doodle but to no avail. Lifting his right brow, he asks Yixing, "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Yixing tilt his notebook so that it was facing Yifan. After three seconds, he was back to drawing again. The taller gape at his sketch, blinking several times in a starstruck way.
He was drawing a girl with short bob hair, a cigarette between her lips. And he was using a pen, not a pencil.

"Mr. Zhang, I see that you're very dilligent on writing notes. May I see it?" The sarcastic tone was very much noticable in Mr. Im's tone, it makes Yifan cringe internally. It's his first day, dang it, he's not up for a student-teacher quarrel. And as if to make Yifan cringe even more, Yixing stands up from his seat to give their teacher his notebook without any worry evident on his face.