[ Perspective. • POV's. ]

[ ♡OO3. Byun Baekhyun.♡ ]

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♡➹ ❝ Byun Baekhyun. ❞ ➷♡

POV: "Just shut up already!" You whisper yelled at the pesky boy sitting next to you.

First day of school and here you were, stuck with the school's heartthrob as your bench-mate. You understood your teachers' reasoning— she was hoping pairing him up with one of her most diligent students would articulate his need to excel in her subject. Unfortunately for you, Alex seemed set on focusing his attention on anything but the subject you were currently discussing in class.

"Awh, are you annoyed, little girl? You should be glad I'm your seat-mate. Do you know how many girls— or even boys, for that matter, would be willing to kill to be in your place right now?" He drawled lazily, forcing you to clench your fist.

You were about three seconds from flattening his nose against that ugly skull of his. Well, maybe not ugly— he was exceptionally good looking, but all his positive qualities ended there.

"Listen here you rich, filthy little slime ball." You cursed under your breath, your gaze following the teacher as she left the classroom to go collect something she'd forgotten. "I don't give a shit about who you are or what you think about me, but I ain't having it with you. Shut the actual hell up because unlike you, I'm here to study."

You inhaled shakily to try and calm yourself before you could completely lose it. You weren't the snappy type, but this dude was literally getting on your nerves. You'd heard enough stories about him to know better than to get yourself involved with him in any way whatsoever. He was only bad news; the kind of boy dads stared at with distaste and the ones your mom labelled as danger. And for good reason, that. A rich conglomerate's son was rarely well groomed.

His eyes widened and he definitely would've reciprocated your accusations with a bunch of his own insults but you were spared the trouble by the reappearance of the teacher. Usually, the presence of a teacher made no difference, yet today was the first day back. Nobody wanted detention first thing when you're back. The dirty look he shot you, however, did carry enough scorn that you nearly wavered under it.

"Alright, listen up!" Your teacher's resonant voice startled both of you out of the argument, demanding your full attention. "I completely forgot to inform all of you— we've a new student joining us this semester. His name is Byun Baekhyun and he'll be a part of this class starting today."

As if on cue, a young lad walked into the classroom, making a lot of jaws drop. Every single set of eyes in the room turned to him; yet unlike all others who flickered under the attention, he held it well. His stride was confident, his posture perfect, his gaze observant. Behind a tuft of silver hair and glasses, his piercing blue eyes scanned his surroundings, as if estimating the value of his classmates. His aura was powerful and captivating and there was no mistaking it; he was a born performer. Be it dance or singing, you had no doubt he'd outshine everyone else on stage with him with his charisma alone.