❝ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. ❞
𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 ) in which there's a new transfer student in sunghoon's class who manages to catch the eyes and hearts of everyone around him, but sunghoon can't help but hate him.
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chapter two.
"PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF," MR JUNG INSTRUCTED AS HE GESTURED for a boy to step inside the classroom. At that instant, a teenage boy nervously walked in, and Sunghoon's interest spiked.
The unnamed boy shuffled inside the classroom, keeping his gaze to the floor. He had fluffy brown hair and wore circle, silver-rimmed glasses that rested delicately on his nose. He had his hands clasped together in front of him, waiting politely as the teacher raised his hand up, a signal for the class to silence. Sunghoon glanced around at the class, growing annoyed at the whispers.
They're making him nervous.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes when the whispers stopped, turning his attention back to the new student. At the same time, the new student flicked his gaze over to Sunghoon, the two gazing into each other's eyes for a small moment.
Sunghoon stared into the student's eyes, his lips unconsciously parting. The student's eyes were phenomenal; they sparkled with a sort of wonder and curiosity, those honey-brown orbs staring into his own. Sunghoon had to admit the boy was quite attractive, which for some reason, made Sunghoon nervous. Sunghoon looked away from him, back down at his smooth, mellow desk. He could hear the whispers from all the girls around him, clearly hearing what they were saying. They were excited; excited a new student came, but even more thrilled he was attractive. He felt himself tense up, anxiously tapping his fingers on his knee.
What if. . . no. Surely not.
"New guys cute? Don't you think?" from up ahead, Yuna nudged Hana in the arm, giving Hana a cheeky smile. Hana let out a bored sigh, shooting Hana an uninterested glance. Sunghoon felt himself relax a little, a tad bit giddy, when he saw that she clearly didn't care for the boy.
"I mean, sure. He's. . . something," Hana commented, flicking her locks over her shoulder. She pursued her lips as she stared at the boy waiting for the teacher to calm the class down.
He's something? What does that even mean? It could mean anything, Sunghoon pondered as he leaned forward towards his desk, resting his elbows on the desk. He plopped his chin into the palm of his hand. Anxiously biting down on his lips, he noticed the class grow quiet as the teacher flashed the new student a bright smile.
"Hi everyone. My name's Sim Jake, and I'm a transfer student from Australia." the boy spoke, his voice oozing out his mouth like honey. He had a soft-spoken voice which made many of the girls gush in admiration. And the fact that he was from Australia? Boy, was everyone interested to hear his accent.
