Yeosang could still remember the day that it started. He was looking out the window, he was the first one to see it. Wooyoung was sitting behind him, poking his longtime friend with a pencil. San was writing a note to Wooyoung, the soft rustle of paper interrupting the silence every few seconds. Seongwha and Hongjoong were sitting all the way in the back, whispering to each other and giggling like schoolgirls at what the other was saying. Yunho had his head resting on his desk, staring at Mingi as if he was the most interesting thing on the planet. Yeosang could feel Jongho's eyes on him, never moving and just watching.