Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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The credit scores for CSAT were out for students to decide whether they wanted to repeat their final years or go for colleges, for mothers who wanted to compare their children's scores, and for the tenth and eleventh graders to start fearing their own fate for the upcoming years.
Congratulations Min Suho.
A big poster stretched wide across the entrance gates of RBH, celebrating the name of the highest scorer in the CSATs, and Suho stood before it, watching his own name with a hollow emptiness in his chest.
It didn't feel that great.
Still, Suho was happy about the fact that it was his name. And not JaeHwan's name.
"Good Morning."
A sleepy, raspy voice made Suho jump in fright from the sudden closeness of the owner of the voice.
"Oh my God, can you not be a vampire all the time?" Suho put a hand to his throbbing heart and bent down, trying to calm himself.
"I just wished you a good morning," SeokWoo said, "why are you overreacting?" He was standing only a feet away from Suho, hands in his pockets and a bored amusement in his eyes.
"Is being normal that hard for you?" Suho's face twisted as if he had just bit into a very sour lemon.
SeokWoo stuck his index finger in his right ear and rotated his finger a few times, before pulling it out and wiping it on Suho's blazer.
"Fuck you!" Suho slid his blazer off his shoulder and threw it on the ground. Then he bent down and removed the Head Boy's badge from his blazer, wiped the metal badge on his sleeve and pocketed it.
"I would rather do you," SeokWoo said with a yawn.
"You —"
"What?"
"Just go to hell, you, you lumpy sweet potato kind of thing!" Suho yelled, and rubbed his hands over his arms. The lack of blazer was making Suho shiver.
"You know Suho-ya, I thought I didn't care about academics or who gets the top rank or whatever." SeokWoo stepped closer to Suho, cornering him like a cat would corner it's amputated prey and play with it, before making the kill.
"W-What do you mean?" Suho gulped.
"I don't like seeing your name on the top position." SeokWoo was a few inches shorter than Suho, but his gaze made Suho feel a thousand times smaller. "It makes me feel itchy. So mind you," he scowled, "you won't be seeing your name on the top ever again."
"There's literally just the finals left," Suho huffed. "And it's impossible for you to score more than me."
"Suho-ya," SeokWoo licked his lips, "in between us, both of us are pretty useless to our families, aren't we?"
