SNOW | TK

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Special is never weird, only one of a kind.

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I stood beside the female teacher of the class. She was probably in her forties or older. My hands were stuffed in my pockets as I stood in front of my new class, looking over all the students with unbothered eyes. All the students stared at me and all I could think of was: new school, same shit.

"This is Taehyung. Let's welcome him to our class. Please go and find a seat, Mr. Cole."

I ran my black eyes over the class as I contemplated my options—there were quite a few.

I slowly walked down through the classroom between all the tables, inspecting every corner with my eyes, until I saw a blonde boy at the back of the class, head hovering over a book. I glanced around him and noticed how everyone in the room had distanced themselves slightly from him. Their eyes said it all: a small glint of the word 'outcast' was readable in their eyes as they briefly looked at him.

I hummed inaudibly and glanced back at the reading boy.

Okay, I'll choose him. Looks like they'll leave me alone there.

I strolled forward in his direction and sat down beside him. I heard giggles around me and then in that very moment I saw it too.

I'm tan and cold. Like very cold.

And he's pale and warm. Like very warm.

We were like yin and yang but without the connection part—we attracted attention.

Shit. This didn't cooperate with my dream at all, my dream to be invisible, my dream to be left alone.

He didn't say a word. He just kept on reading. He read throughout the entire lesson and paid absolutely no attention to me. Just like I wanted.

Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him—He had on some loose plaid slacks that reached the middle of his bare shins, white socks that were propped above his ankles and stuffed down into some light blue shoes, and a matching white button up hidden underneath a fluffy, pastel blue sweater. And then there was his soft, blonde hair, a little clip of a snowflake attached in the side.

Almost like a fairy.

I looked down at myself, down at my leather jacket and black T-shirt, my black, ripped jeans and my black shoes. I subconsciously reached up and grabbed my jet-black hair. Everything was black, even the look in my eyes.

Almost like a wicked fairy.

The bell pierced through the air and snapped everybody out of their school-minds. The boy looked up at me with hazel, sparkling eyes.

"Hi, my name's Jeon Jeongguk."

I was a bit taken aback by the sudden soft voice coming from the other's mouth. I blinked my black eyes twice before lifting a black brow. "Seriously?"

Jeongguk nodded, blonde hair flowing around and gracing his gentle eyes as he did so. "Yeah, my mom's a hippie."

I let out a short, dry laugh. "I'm Taehyung Cole. My mom's a stripper."

Jeongguk only smiled and tilted his head to the side, either not minding or simply ignoring the words that I just said.

I felt a small, almost unnoticeable rush through my body as he smiled gently, a little drop to my stomach. I hoped he didn't think it was an invite to a conversation, or worse: a friendship. Friends have never really been my thing. I'm a lone rider.

I shook my head and sighed before getting up, hands falling naturally into my leather jacket pockets. I walked out of the classroom and out into the hallway. I walked towards a big window and leaned against the wall just beside it, glancing through the thick glass and outside to the students running around with each other.

I caught onto a blonde mop of hair out of the corner of my eye and I turned my head to find the same boy from before, Jeongguk.

He looks up at me with big, curious eyes. For a long time. As if I were a rare insect or something like that. Now it'd begin, I just knew it.

Why have you changed schools? Where do you live? What do your mom and dad do?

But Jeongguk only said: "I'd like to get to know you. You seem... special."

I was once again taken aback by the boy as he continued to stare up at me with his warm, hazel eyes.

"Special? What do you mean? Special as in weird?"

A smile spread across Jeongguk's face, like the sun rising. He stepped closer with his book in his arms, head tilted upwards slightly to look up at me. "Special as in special! One of a kind."

I heard my own raw laugh as I looked to the side. "Yup, only one of my kind. And I bet the world is happy because of that. Just ask my old school." I froze as I looked back at him. I shouldn't talk about myself, especially not my past.

I internally scolded myself but was interrupted by a soft scoff. Jeongguk smiled and flicked my forehead, causing me to throw a glare as i rubbed my not really stinging spot, but he either didn't mind or simply ignored it.

"I don't care about your old school." He grinned and tilted his head to the side, probably a habit of his.

"Jeongguk."

He hummed and repositioned his head. "Yes?"

"People are looking at us." I deadpanned. I hated attention. But if it was even possible, he just smiled more. He beamed as he tilted his head anew.

"Doesn't surprise me. We're beautiful."

I tried to stop myself but I couldn't help smiling. Normally not my style so it probably looked all rusty and weird. But nobody has ever called me beautiful before. It sounded refreshing. Not fake or like masked compliments for an ulterior motive. This, this was different. It sounded more genuine.

Jeongguk sounded more genuine.