dissident ｡ nct

6.2 ｡

—Part 6.2—
Golden

"Holy shit, he's hot."
—Anzhi—

I stood on the platform, panting as a small smirk crept onto my face. I realized that fantasizing about being as free as the Dauntless might not have been a bad idea—especially since I knew what to do right then. I used to spend every morning before school gazing off into the distance until Shotaro finished talking to his teachers, proceeding to talk the poor boy's ears off afterward. Now, those random minutes after arriving at the school grounds were worth it. Unlike the other faction-transfer initiates, I wasn't flustered.

Instead, I jogged with the others, ready to jump on the train. I was naturally flexible and athletic, which is why I could keep up with the excruciating farming in Amity. However, I'd spotted some girls wearing long, flowy dresses and realized I'd also been lucky today.

Thank God I wore pants today.

Just as I was about to jump and pull myself onto the moving train, I paused at the sight of the tall boy dressed in blue who seemed to be hesitant. He barely jogged a few feet away from me, seemingly staring diagonally into the train. His posture didn't seem unconfident—although his lanky build didn't really reassure me that he would make it on the train.

A slight glimpse of his face immediately told me he was cute—I couldn't deny when I saw someone attractive. I could see his side profile from when he turned his head for five seconds, watching as his skin glistened in the sunlight from the light layer of sweat that had formed.

I want to see him around more.

I slightly ran to catch up to the Erudite boy, gripping his shoulder to grab his attention. Clearly startled, he jumps a bit, a look of confusion gracing his face as he bent his neck to truly look at me.

And when I finally saw him, our gazes connecting, I almost tripped on my feet.

Holy shit, he's hot.

Dark black hair cascaded down, bangs lightly covering his eyes messily from jogging. I could barely make out his eyes, but for the split moments I saw them before looking away—they looked golden, rays of sunlight shading the eye like a piece of art. His skin was luminous in the sunlight—golden hour as they called it. Despite the contact being moments, I was mesmerized. I didn't think I could get that vision out of my head, ever.

The sound of initiates yelling in fear pushed me out of my thoughts, and I pointed to the platform. I was supposed to help him—not stare at his face.

"Jump and then grab the sidebar! It's not scary!" I told him, trying to raise my voice over the loud platform.

The Erudite-transfer hesitantly nodded, gulping before taking in a deep breath. A few seconds passed yet he didn't move, still processing the information I'd given him. I let out a hopeless sigh, not knowing what else to do.