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Cicadas were welcoming the season of love with their singing as the snow-white curtains fluttered gracefully in front of the windows

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Cicadas were welcoming the season of love with their singing as the snow-white curtains fluttered gracefully in front of the windows. The quiet sound of the ticking clock faded under the teacher's voice as she announced the groups for the next week's school trip. Between your orange fingertips was a pen spinning absentmindedly- not entirely paying attention to what Mrs.Kim was saying, your gaze was bought on the view outside and you found yourself staring and the white, fluffy clouds and how they formed into funny shapes. Closing your eyes, you could hear the faint noise of water flowing down a stream near your school. A summer trip huh? You had never put much meaning to these kinds of events, although you did have a few friends to spend the trip with- loud and crowded places had never been your favorite.

Would it be worth it to go? You wondered, well, it certainly wouldn't do any harm- but what was making you doubt was the fact that you had yet no real reason to go. You had longed for the summer break so that you could've dived into the world of another magical book, and eventually forget anything else about your own. Sitting by the slightly open window with the sun rays painting the pages and the soft breeze caressing your skin had always been one of the moments you cherished the most. To feel every word and emotion described in the novel, those were things that had given you life, energy and will to go on. Your life hadn't been an easy one and sometimes you just felt like you had to come away from it at least for a while. If there was another world where you could dream in, you had jumped into without any second thoughts. And that was why books were your salvation.

"Y/n, Sarah, Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Chanyeol are in group number 3." Your eyes suddenly snapped open at the familiar sound of your name being called, skimming with your gaze through the classroom you tried to find the people that Mrs.Kim had just assigned you with. Jongdae, Sehun, and Chanyeol were pretty easy to spot, these guys were the loudest and the overly friendliest in the whole class, not that it was necessarily a bad thing- in fact even though they weren't your cup of tea, you found yourself not getting annoyed at them as much as you used to one time. Perhaps it was the way they didn't get ahead of themselves for being popular, or maybe it was because they had many times mustered kindness to you. Probably both.

Searching further, your gaze landed on the girl at the desk next to yours- ah, she was the kind of girl who'd rock any type of outfit, even the school's dull uniform looked nice on her. Her hair was a golden shade of blonde as it gracefully curled inwards by her shoulders, it didn't seem like she had been paying any attention to the teacher either; with her gaze fixed on her perfectly healthy and manicured hand, searching for any imperfections on her nails. A beautiful and satisfied smile made it's way on her face when she decided that her nails were indeed as perfect as they could be. Sighing for yourself you directed your gaze back on the teacher, this was going to be an interesting trip.

A frown creased between your brows when you recalled the third name that your teacher had called out- feeling quite unfamiliar with it. Maybe it was because you were such a loner that you sometimes forgot about newcomers and such- but Baek... Baek what was it again? Ah, Byun Baekhyun, when you gave it thought you knew that this hadn't actually been the first time hearing it. In fact, as soon as you remembered it, your gaze automatically detached from the beautiful view of a celeste summer sky and started skimming through the classmates to acknowledge the appearance of this fairly new student. A certain platin blonde head only a few seats away caught your eyes' attention. His brown almond eyes were garnished with long and delicate eyelashes barely kissing his orangy cheeks. His hand was pressed against his cheek as he leaned into it. It wasn't in you to stare at people, but this person, he was so beautiful. His skin was light and velvety, for that matter, you'd never thought you'd ever find yourself admiring someone's hands- but Baekhyun's just had something so astonishing to them, with long and elegant fingers, not even the beauty mark placed perfectly on the corner of his thumbnail went unnoticed.

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