My hands are flat to the ground. Knees up, equality thing, said Chenle. Toes supporting my body weight.

"One," Hrvy counted.

My arm muscles contracted, bringing my body to lie parallel to the skyline. I then straighten my arms that is standing perpendicular to the earth.

"Two."

I repeat the steps, counting on the gravity and the strength of my upper body. The second counts sprinted tenfolds when i feel the first zing on my arms.

Again.

My arms move up and down, rythmical to Hrvy's tempo.

"Forty."

Chenle is still going, as strong as when he started. The zeal crawls inside his veins.

"Fifty."

Half of a hundred.

Hrvy counts a second for each.

"Sixty."

"Ah," i groaned.

My arm muscles tensed up. My shoulders are steaming hot.

I lifted one of my arms, wiggling it out to lessen the strain before doing so on the other one.

Chenle asked, sneering.

"I can still go on," i said.

"Sixty five."

Chenle said, looking a bit heated himself.

Chenle pushed his weight on to the earth. His fingertips grazing the marble floor. A thin layer of sweat coated his body.

"I didn't notice that, wow," i said sarcastically.

"Seventy."

Again.

I can still lift it up.

Chenle commented when we reach three fourth of a hundred.

"So what?" I asked the boy.

"Eighty," Hrvy counted.

the boy answered, grinning.

"You freak-"

My arms gave out. I crumbled down, mouth agape shouting a silent shock.

Chenle mocked before also toppling over to the floor, panting.

"Alright, i'll learn, ugh."

Chenle said, still enjoying himself.

"Fuck off."

the boy said, bowing with a hand in front and legs slightly crossed.

"Don't hold your spoon like that, it's rude-"

"Why is everything considered rude, this is an abomination," i complained to no one but a phone screen.

Its time for lunch. My stomach grumbles, not for the first time.

I sigh.

"Are you doing great?" Jeno's head popped behind the window glass.

"How can you go up here, its the second floor!" I shrieked.

I have been studying in the library on the second floor. Never knew there was a full sized library in this house.

"I climbed," Jeno answered, smiling with his cheerful eyes.

"With what?"

Though its only the second floor, the ceilings in this house is far higher than normal, meaning a normal sized stepladder is incapable of reaching the window.

"With my hands and feet of course, i've been doing parkour these past year," He said.

I put my phone down and look at Jeno.

He is dangling there.

Only with his arms.

No support on his legs whatsoever.

"I'll go down if you don't mind, my arms are getting sore," Jeno said, maintaining his smile.

Jeno let go of his arm and jump straight down, rolling back once before landing perfectly on his feet. He leaped forward to Jaemin that is passing by, Jeno hugged him for a second before reaching a metal plank and dissapears between the tree tops.

Of course.

This is normal here.

I smiled before continue ramming my brain with unreasonable rules of manners.