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FIVE

Hoseok got lost.

Of course, it was his first day, so he didn't expect it all to go well. He even had to introduce himself in History class, which went, well. . .

("Uh, hi. I'm uh. . .  I'm Jung Hoseok. I'm new here. N-Nice to meet you. . .?")

It didn't go amazingly, to put it shortly.

Now he was desperately dashing down stairs, trying to find the choir practice room because Jeongguk wanted him to drop by and watch them practice. Classes had ended maybe an hour ago but Hoseok was held back by his Biology teacher to get properly introduced, which was sweet, but made Hoseok's gut twist with nervousness.

Hoseok fumbled with his supplies, his pencil case threatening to spill all his pens on the floor. He jogged through the fifth floor, trying to find the choir practice room.

The fifth floor was empty except for those passing by to get to their dorms above. Today was Monday, which meant no clubs were meeting, except it seemed the choir club was extra motivated. They met whenever they felt like it, and Hoseok found that sort of admirable. Of course Jeongguk would be part of such a thing.

Hoseok made a desperate right turn, finding himself at the end of a corridor. He scoffed. Why was this school so damn big?

He was about to go back and retrace his steps, when he heard slow violin music coming from the room across from him. The door was open almost all the way.

Hoseok peeked inside, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

Sitting in the center of the room on a stool was a boy with black hair. He was playing the violin with his eyes closed, and he looked. . . well, Hoseok didn't have words to describe him. He had a perfectly sculpted nose and long eyelashes, and his hair looked fluffy and he had dangling silver earrings. His violin was tucked under his chin, and he looked so ethereal that it left Hoseok to wonder if he was dreaming.

Surrounding him were a few canvases. Hoseok stared at the paintings on them, feeling entranced, because they were almost as pretty as the boy himself. They were colourful, paintings of scenery like mountains and flowers and nature. So different from the walls Hoseok was always stuck inside back at the palace.

The next thing Hoseok caught sight of were his hands. They were were large and looked soft, and he had long and slim fingers too (maybe that was perfect for violin players, but Hoseok didn't know, and he didn't care, because anything this boy did must have to be perfect anyways). As he played the violin, the boy began to sing.

"She looks like a blue parrot, would you come fly to me?"

As he continued to sing, Hoseok leaned against the doorway, listening. His voice was like honey, so deep and soulful that Hoseok wondered if he was even real.

There was no way anyone could be that beautiful. With such a beautiful voice and such a beautiful soul, reflected in the paintings and the song.

Hoseok seemed to forget he was there, because he shifted his books in his arms and, just his luck, pens spilled out of his pencil case, clattering onto the floor. The boy stopped abruptly and turned to look at the source of the sound, his delicate lips parted slightly in confusion, which made Hoseok freeze, because admiring him from afar was easier than making eye contact.

Hoseok opened his mouth to say something, but he ended up just squeaking out some sort of apology before turning and running down the hall, pens long forgotten. He dashed up the stairs to get to his dorm room, desperate to ask Jeongguk if it was normal to see angels playing the violin in empty classrooms at this school.

He reached Room 128 and fumbled for his keys, opening the door and entering. Jeongguk was already there, sitting at his desk, hunched over some homework, when he turned around.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"I got lost," Hoseok breathed. "But I saw. . . I saw someone. . . "

Jeongguk arched an eyebrow, rolling his chair away from his desk. "What'd you see?"

"There was this . . . this boy." Hoseok waved his hands in the air aggressively. "He was. . . wow. He was so . . . wow."

Jeongguk blinked at him slowly. "Any more details? Ones that can actually identify him?"

"Black hair," Hoseok said. "Uhm, violin. Pretty. Really pretty. Nice hands. Soft lips. Wow."

Jeongguk grinned at him. "Soft lips? Are you sure you only saw him?"

Hoseok ignored that. "You didn't tell me this school had such pretty people. . ."

"That's a given, considering you attend this school."

When Hoseok frowned in confusion at that, Jeongguk said, "It's a compliment, Hoseok."

"Oh." Hoseok blinked. "Okay. Thank you. But this boy. . ."

"I'll help you find him at dinner if you want," suggested Jeongguk. "But I really have to finish this homework. You should do yours too."

Hoseok nodded and slung his bag off his shoulder, sitting down at his desk. He already knew he was going to get no work done. Instead he'd be thinking about that boy. Hoseok had to get his name or something, because he wasn't sure he'd be able to live his life peacefully without at least knowing who he was.