School, am I right? It sucks. Mondays are too long, Tuesdays too random, Wednesdays too boring, Thursdays too taunting. But when Friday comes, everything seems to melt away. The stress, the pain, the tension, the fatigue, it all becomes background noise when you finally reach the weekend.

For this group, it was no different.

For five days every week, this group was pinned up into dress shirts and fancy shoes, ties tied tight for class and studying. Sure, at least they got to see each other, but it wasn’t the same as the weekends, when they could do whatever, say whatever, with no fear of consequences. So, when Friday evening finally rolls around, they seize every opportunity possible.

After heading home to quickly change into better attire(Ex. Tattered flannels, oversized band shirts, and ripped jeans), the group wound up where they always did on Friday evenings; Kyehoon’s garage.

“Dude, you’re so late,” Amaru teased the youngest boy, Donghyeon, as he slid under the garage door, letting it fall down against the concrete floor once more. Donghyeon looked over at the old couch in the centre of the room, where Amaru lounged next to Juwang, who snickered. The youngest boy shrugged, scratching the back of his neck with one hand, holding his skateboard in the other with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, my mom needed me to do some chores.”

Dongwha chuckled from his place behind the couch, fiddling with the stubborn projector that decided to stall again, as per usual. “You never can say no,” he teased as he attempted to turn it on. Minje piped up with a chuckle at the side of the room, where he was bouncing a tennis ball off of the graffiti covered wall. “How can he? His mom is scary.” He grinned, his voice smooth and deep as his attention was momentarily brought away from the ball. Kyehoon nodded dramatically beside him, handing the ball back to him each time a throw didn’t go his way. “Seriously,” he agreed.

Keiju laughed, his bright smile splitting his lips as he shook his can of spray paint, standing at the wall opposite to Minje and Kyehoon, next to you. “Don’t pick on him too much, guys, he’s got good reason to be afraid of her,” he pointed out, his tone playful.