I walk up the stairs to Wellington academy which is specialized in mathematics and every other subject that belongs to the language of numbers.

The halls are littered with people and lockers. It's almost full. The hallway is a complete mess to get through, but nevertheless I manage to get to the main plaza area. I make my way down the hallways and up the stairs, trying not to draw much attention.

The sounds of shuffling feet and conversations are beyond unrepentant and shameless. I am  always so bothered by how crowded the halls could be.

I remember when first time I sat foot on the six stories building. I was amazed with the vast space of it. It was huge and tall compared to my  private highschool. Nevertheless, our school houses just over one thousand students. Wellington academy, seems having as many as five thousand, and although it seemed a difficult task, I had the possibility of making some new friends. Sun-woo was one of friends I had befriended with, while studying here.

Like everyone else, first thing I did to keep away from troubles in the new place was scoping out the bullies, just in case. You know, they're everywhere! There were some larger football types at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the front doors, so I decided to avoid them. Although they looked nerds but nerds are much dangerous than brainless muscled.

Needless to say that, every which way you look there are girls. Some in the academy uniforms. Some in provocative outfits; in short skirts, some in jeans, and some in khakis.

Anyway, back to the story.

So I made my way to the class. And sit in the middle-ish area. My classmates start to arrive while I am scrolling through my phone. Watching a collection of some old live performances of Stray Kids on one of Stays' YouTube channel, to boost up my energy before it would be drained once starting the boring course.

A tall professional looking, bespectacled bold man enters. He is Mr. Smith, our accounting teacher. Glancing up at the clock he sits patiently for the last few students to enter. One by one, more of my classmates trickle in. Amongst those, Sun-woo comes in, making a gloriously late-as-usual entrance just before the bell rings.

I barely know my classmates as nobody approaches me, and though each one of them doesn't necessarily know me very well, Nitia Kumar is the one who really was interested in befriending me and Sun-woo as we are the only Korean teens in the class. Any hints? Well yes, because she is Koreaphile who is obsessed with everything Korean.

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- ' This makes no sense.'

- ' I know.'

- ' But it should.'

- ' Then why doesn't it?'

- ' No clue.'

Sun-woo and I look at each other one more time, then down at the notes and the opened books that are scattered on the desk between us. We look back at each other again, then look back down, then sigh, almost perfectly in unison.

We are trapped in the library of Wellington's, surrounded by a vast amount of knowledge on the topic of accounting, and yet we could not get it together. We are trying to solve a series of problems Mr. Smith gave us for a test that we should complete at home, because there was not time enough in class to do it. He divided the students to groupwork consisted of three students each. Moreso, he gave us till next Friday as a deadline to return it.

Yet, the series of problems that constituted our test is how we called; a Gordian knot, and we lack Alexander the Great's sword to cut it.

Frustrated, Sun-woo flipps open his hp computer, logging in to Wellington's WiFi, and Googles the question at hand. A series of results pop up, and he clicks on the first one. A lengthy essay, posted by a professor from Cambridge pops up. He groans in frustration, and closes it again. Not what we are looking for.

- ' Any luck?'

I am trying the same thing, and I get the same  results.

- ' None whatsoever.'

- ' Great!'

The brown-eyed brunette Nitia blurts out. She is our comrade and the leader of our groupwork,  dreaming to go into college to be an accounting major, and anything that might –in the slightest– jeopardize that goal makes her nervous. She is smart but not overly the cheerleader kind. She is a bit chunky and usually fun to be around, but not when we have a difficult task to solve.

- ' What are we going to do?'

She inquires whispering, almost freaking out

- ' Just relax, and try to think of something.'

That is Sun-woo's standard response.

- ' You've got an email.'

I mention with my head toward his PC when I notice the flashing icon on the bottom right of the screen that tells he has a message.

Sun-woo gives me one of his cheeky grins then double clicks it. Checking emails is his favorite. Plus, it is always a good way to relax when you're struggling with a complex and unsolvable problem. As he reads the email, his brows crease and furrow, then slaps the computer shut.

- ' I have to go girls. Talk to you later, Chae-wonah.'

Sun-woo once cheerful face is placed by a serious one. We just stare at him as he packs up his bags, and storms off. Hopefully it's not something serious.

Another hour flies by while I am doing nothing. I don't know what to do, that's it. Much to my displeasure is Nitia who seems she's about to get one of her anxiety attacks. And I'm staring at her and being like, girl please! This is not the end of the world!

But then I reason that it would make no difference, no matter what we will do, squeezing our brains cells won't result in anything but headache. Maybe I would ask oppa to solve it for me, that if he would have time to help me out. Or I will ask Kkyu, I'm hell sure he will find a solution. It will be a perfect opportunity to be around him anyway. Even if this will be considered as 'cheating', but I will just seek help to see where's that one mistake we're doing.

That's it. Easy peasy.

I copied Sun-woo example and pack up my things

- ' Are you going to run off, too?'

Nitia sounds really nervous.

- ' Relax, mate. We shouldn't stress our brains much, we still have time to solve it.'

I smile at the brunette girl and reach for her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze then walk out.