Yeosang is stuck in a circle of violin practice, expectations, and more practice. As the son of a rich family he is expected to be pristinely behaved and polite however, he doesn't want that but he had to stay true to what his parents want.

"you need to do better!" this singular phrase raised Yeosang throughout his childhood. He was numb to it.
"you need to be the best to make me look good" another phrase that raised yeosang.

These words where from his father, a very rich man who let power get to his head and became corrupt, always competing for the best spot even if it kills his family or himself. He had people to help hold his reputation if he slips up.

But the one thing he didn't have was love in his heart. Yeosang was used to the same four walls and small bed he regularly stated at in boredom, he wasn't allowed to do anything but practice and take care of himself, the dark umber of his violin, a one in a kind, singing to his life. It became a part of him, now don't get him wrong he loved the instrument and staying on top of his gain he just... gets bored, having nothing to do but practice having all his friends leave him because he never hung out with them, he was invisible in school and although he may be anti social and shy he hated feeling like he didn't exist. It always brought him memories of having nothing but a baby raise him and those phrases being the only communication he received on his parents end.

It was a neglectful life but Yeosang was used to it, he had no need for his parents love as long as he had his nanny, an elderly women still working and taking care of Yeosang.

At this moment she walks in.
"yeosang honey, you have been enrolled in a new school" she said sadly and Yeosang scoffed.

"again?" he asked and only received a nod. This was the third time this week, his father refused to allow him to stay at a school that refused to allow yeosang to spend all day practicing rather than learning. Nothing was important to his father other than his ability to play an instrument.

"im sorry love" nanny said sadly and Yeosang smiled in return. "it's fine, I have no choice in the matter anyway, what school am I to attend to today?" Yeosang asked and nanny sighed.

"unfortunately, it seems your father has given up on public schools therefore you have been enrolled in KQ all boys academy, its a performing arts school, there's singing, dancing, martial arts, and more. There's even an orchestra for you to join without your father knowing. Other than that, the only other thing it offers is academics of all kinds" nanny examined and Yeosang nodded.

"thank you, when should I leave?" Yeosang asked staring out his window.
"you must be dressed and in the car in twenty minutes." nanny said before placing the uniform in her hands onto the bed and leaving the room.

Yeosang sighed and started changing, he added a bit of makeup to cover up his imperfections and then polished his violin and violin case before placing the instrument into the soft velvet and zipping it up.

He gently grabbed it and made his way out of his room.
(ignore faces and the actual name of the school I just really like the unform.)

Once he stepped out he closed his door behind him and walked down the hallway to the staircase. He descended the grand staircase and made his way to the large wooden doors painted a light green. He pushed open the doors and placed his shoes on before walking to the limo pulling up.

"good morning bi yu" Yeosang greeted the driver with a smile and the girl chuckled.
"get in, your backpack with all your necessities is in the back seat." she said and yeosang nodded and got in.

(just imagine this please)

Once Yeosang sat down he sighed at the elaborate interior of the limo. He leaned his head against the plush of the seat before leaning to get a drink, he only got lemonade since he was too young to drink and stared into the cup as the car started. Yeosang looked at the back seat and saw his bag. It was a plain black backpack so he wasn't to interested in finding about what's in it but he had to know for the school.

He placed his violin case on the seat besides him before he moved along them to the backpack.
Once he grabbed the bag he could feel the weight of it.
(warning more pictures sorry)
He unzipped the bag and looked confused at it. It seems from his timetable that he will be joining only a week late of his second year which was simple to understand however everything that is in here is what confuses him.

He gently pulled the things out one by one and observed each of them.
First was the obvious things, a plain lined notebook, a large purple pencil case, an array of different types of pencils, a small cup that comes with the bag and the simple instructions on how to care for the bag, he rolled his eyes at the lack of organisation but continued observing everything.

(these are gorgeous)
The less obvious thing he found was a small laptop. It was a rose gold colour and he smiled, it was the first time he had gotten something so expensive besides his violin and food.

He also saw some books with violin sheet music, those where less important to him but mentally noted he should read them. There was also a large collection of violin strings.

He saw multiple sized textbooks for regular classes alongside some workbooks he assumed was for homework. There were pocket edition dictionaries for English, mandarin, Japanese and Korean. He wouldn't need the Korean dictionary but he would keep it where it is.

There was more notebooks the same as the first however these ones where gridded and plain. He looked over it once more before deeming there was nothing he missed. He gently placed everything in except the strings as he put them in his violin case in the zipped part.

Once the bag was full and remaining by his side Yeosang finished off his drink and took out his phone he hadn't had an upgrade for three years and it was smashed beyond seable but Yeosang forced himself to cope.

The drive was excruciatingly long and when the limo finally stopped Yeosang got out and walked to bi yu, she handed him a map and he got his timetable out of his bag before he thanked her and watched her drive away.

He sighed and turned to the building it was a disgusting modern style, he hated it simply because he preferred the wood and intricate designs he grew up with. He winced before moving forward and looking at his map, he needed to get to his first class. That class was a regular class, math. He sighed for the umpteenth time today and finally managed to enter the correct hallway for his class before all he needed to do was find the number.

He walked all the way down the hallway and came across a door at the end of the hallway that has his room number on for his first class. He sucked in a deep breath before before releasing It and walking into the room, immediately being drowned by the chatting and games.

It seemed three boys in his class were popular as they were in the middle of the room with the desks moved to the side and sexily dancing for the guys who whooped and joined in. Two of them were more like dirty dancing on one another but Yeosang just shook his head and made his way to the board after seeing a piece of paper with a seating plan.

He found his name quickly and sat down in his seat. His name was freshly written on the printed paper in pen as he was a week late but it didn't seem to bother the teacher.

Yeosang placed his bag and case on the Hanger on his desk and made sure nothing would be hit by the dancing boys. He was lucky enough to have a window seat as he looked out the window until the teacher arrived.

"alright, alright, calm down. Mingi, Wooyoung put the tables back, yunho go sit down, no more grinding on mingi no matter how entertaining it must be" the teacher was a male, very feminine looking and short but he oozed dominance and authority as he commanded the boys from before.

Frustrated groans came from the three males but they did as they were told before everyone was able to sit down.
"great, now that everyone is sat I need to introduce the new student then tell you what's happening today." the man said.
"before you start hello I am Kim Hongjoong, I have no care for sir or mister so call Me hongjoong hyung" the teacher added and Yeosang nodding knowing the older was talking to him.

"alright please introduce yourself" hongjoong gestured and Yeosang stood up.
"hello I'm kang yeosang, it's a pleasure to meet you" he said with a small bow and returning to his seat. The voices around the class where talking about his last name 'kang'. Sone were good some were bad but Yeosang had learnt to not question something when there was a vivid reason for that situation. His dad was an asshole no matter what his reputation says, theres thousands of people claiming to have been scammed or being rudely treated.

Hongjoong cleared his throat to silence the class before smiling.
"alright, while I still have your attention, I want you all to know that from next week onwards you will have to join a club otherwise you will have no choice but to attend to the dorms, gardens and kitchen." he said and all the students shivered.

Hongjoong chuckled before grinning.
" other than that all I want to tell you is there's a recital for the music students and the physical arts Students, I cannot give you the task as it has been asked to be turned into a fun game." hongjoong said and students huffed or tried to get answers out of him.

" oh shove off you big babies, anyway today we will be watching a movie as we have a new student, but tomorrow we are straight back onto quadratic equations. "hongjoong said eliciting groans and whines from the students.

Yeosang was surprised he was a teacher, he looked so young and like he was still a student. Yeosang just sighed and watched the movie with a single eye.

1hr 45 minutes later

When the movie was over Yeosang sighed in relief it was absolutely boring. Just as hongjoong was about to speak the bell rang. He sighed but dismissed the students and they all left to go to their next classroom. Next was cooking. He arched an eyebrow but sighed and sat in his seat which was again on the seating plan, his neighbour was a soft looking kid he had a kitten look to him, his face was angled and sharp but his eyes and features were delicate and cute. The boys head was bigger than his lanky body but as human anatomy goes he'll eventually grow into it.

As the rest of the students entered the class a teacher followed behind, he was fairly tall, had soft brown hair up in a ponytail, despite the cute style it made him intimidating. He was lean and a little muscular and was wearing his shirt a few buttons to low but since it was an all boys school it didn't seem to be an issue.

His face was sharp and angry but as soon as he talked softness surrounded Yeosang making him almost gasp at the shock.

"hello class, please welcome our new student kang yeosang" the teacher said pointing towards Yeosang and the students who didn't know him looked at him and greeted him.

"today we will be learning cooking, last week was just an introduction to the materials as the majority of you guys come from a rich background so it was important to learn. But today we will only be learning theory. You can choose any desert you would like to make in a few days time and write down the ingredients and the step by step guide, it can either be word for word or as bullet points but make sure you get the main points like measurements and timing as well as how it should be handled.

The basic ingredients will be provided, any decoration or colours must be brought by yourselves. "the teacher said.

The soft boy next to yeosang tapped his hand." hey I'm San, the teacher is Park seonghwa, he's married professor hongjoong if you've met him. "the boy said with a small grin and Yeosang smiled and nodded.

" nice to meet you " Yeosang said before the both returned to listening to seonghwa.
" alright, you can use your phones or other devices to get information. "seonvhwa said as he sat at his desk and smiled before grabbing some assignments to mark.

Yeosang grabbed his laptop out of his bag and powered it on and searched for any decent deserts he would be able to learn how to make.
Nothing essentially appealed to him but he needed to choose something otherwise his grades would get nowhere.

After a ton of procrastinating and dead ends, Yeosang settled for a simple bear cookie, it reminded him of his childhood friend jongho who left him when he was eight due to his father getting full of himself and his reputation and so cut Yeosangs friends off.

After he found what he was looking for he quickly wrote down all the ingredients and the guide before smiling at the picture. The bell rang and seonghwa let everyone leave with a 'have a good day'.

Yeosang sighed and looked at his timetable, he saw it was now break for around twenty minutes so he wandered the halls looking at his map to find a music room so he can practice, this is a habit he picked up due to his father's overwork.

Once he finally got to the room he smiled and checked the time nodding at the time and entering the room. It was empty. He took a deep breath and set his bag down and opened his case and retrieved his violin.

"now what should I do" he muttered to himself before tilting his head and nodding.
"that'll do" he whispered and placed his violin on his neck and leant his chin on the grip.

Once he was done he sighed and smiled. It was one of the hardest pieces to do as it was not a classical song. He'd always get questioned on how he does it and all he replies is that it's practice.

He stretches his arms and rolls them before getting back into position and starting another song, he should be able to get this in before he needs to pack up.

Once he finished the music he sighed and stretched once again. He gently placed every thing back to where it was supposed to be before. He zipped up the case and quickly grabbed his bag and headed to his next glass.

He was too busy rushing so he didn't look where he was going. Soon enough he bumped into a broad chest and fell to the ground with a yell.

"gah!"

He looked up and spotted someone he thought he would never see again.
"jongho?" Yeosang gasped with wide eyes and the boy he had bumped into widened his eyes as well.
"Yeosang?" he gasped and quickly helped the older male off the floor.

"are you OK?" jongho asked and Yeosang nodded.
"I think so" Yeosang said but gasped again and checked his violin only to sigh in relief and pick everything up.

"that violin" jongho started and Yeosang looked up confused.
"I remember designing that when we were kids, I never gave it to you though so why have you got it" jongho said confused and Yeosang tilted his head.
"I found it hidden away in one of my notebooks and gave it to my father to order, I didn't know you designed it though" Yeosang said and jongho smiled.

"it's fine it was meant for you anyway" jongho answered and yeosang smiled.
The tardy bell rang and the two gasped.
"crap! Where gonna be late! We need to leave it was nice seeing you again" jongho said as he started jogging down the corridor in the opposite direction of where Yeosang was heading. Yeosang smiled and started jogging himself. He managed to make it to class just on tume and got into his seat a second before the teacher entered.

"alright class, I'm Kim namjoon your supply for today, your teacher quit due to personal reasons so until we find a replacement I will be your English teacher" the teacher said. Students greeted him and nodded before class started.