love bath|seochangbin

-one-

I climb off of the bus with a frustrated sigh. There are so many schools closer to our house, but my dad insisted that I have to go to this particular school. I couldn't deny his request to give me the best education he possibly can, but it's not necessary. I'm going to be so out of place here.

I adjust my backpack and make my way toward the crosswalk. The minute light goes green, I make my way across as confidently as I can. I deserve to be here just like everyone else. It doesn't matter if I'm not a trainee or the daughter of a rich family. I'm smart and that's more than enough.

I feel eyes on me from every direction as I hurriedly make my way toward the front door. My confidence fades the minute I slip inside. Everyone is so attractive. I feel like the black sheep of the group and I haven't even officially started my first class yet.

I glance around in search of the office. I have no idea where I'm going and everyone is far too intimidating for me to even think of asking for their help. I shrink a bit as a group of girls eyes me.

"Ah—you must be the new student. What was your name again—" A man wearing a nice button up and a tie steps out of one of the classrooms. He furrows his brow as he tries to remember my name.

"Jeon JiWoo." I mumble shyly as I lower my head.

"That's right! Jeon JiWoo. You're a junior, right?" He motions for me to follow him as he starts down the hall. I nod hesitantly as he reaches out to open the door to the office for me.

"I believe they ended up putting you in Mr. Kim's class. He's right over there." He kindly points me in the right direction before falling down at his own desk.

I make my way through the maze of desks and stop in front of the man he directed me to. He stuffs a chip in his mouth as he awkwardly glances up at me. His eyes go wide and he quickly wipes his hands off on his pants. He picks up a stack of papers before turning to me. He clears his throat then smiles brightly.

"Jeon JiWoo. All As honor student. Perfect school record. Fluent in English. Plays the flute and piano. Played basketball in middle school. No siblings." Mr. Kim—as I was told—starts naming off facts about me as if studying me was his hobby. I nod my head a little taken aback by his extensive knowledge.

"Sorry—I've got a handful of trouble makers already so I always do some research to make sure I know what to expect with new students. I promise I'm not that weird. I just like to know what's going on and what could happen. Honestly—I don't see you having a problem. It should be a breeze for you." Mr. Kim chills down a bit and seems much less abstract and ridiculous.

"Let's see—ah—that boy coming his name is Han JiSung. He goes by Han—he's a rapper. I think he has a weird stage name, too. A pretty good one, too, from what I understand. He's not a bad kid overall, but his friends aren't the best. I'm going to have him take you to the classroom. Go ahead and find an empty seat to sit in when you get in there. I'll be in after the bell." He explains quietly before motioning the boy over.

I swallow hard as he gets closer. He's attractive—like really attractive. He has the cutest cheeks and his eyes are like two pools of chocolate. He smiles as he stops a foot or so away from me.

"Han, can you take JiWoo to the classroom?" Mr. Kim asks as Han looks over at me. He nods and spins on his heel.

"One more thing—I suggest avoiding his group as much as possible. They're more skilled in starting problems and run ins with the law than a cop drama." Mr. Kim whispers before motioning me after Han.

I start after him, but toss a worried glance back at Mr. Kim. If I should avoid them, why is he sending me with him? Isn't that a bad move? Isn't that asking for them to mess with me?