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❀Chapter 1❀

"Yoongi-hyung! I can get to my classroom by myself."

A cute dark-haired boy was practically dragged by his best friend through the halls of his new high school. This older had him attached to his wrist without wanting to let go.

"You only went to Japan for a year and you couldn't find your locker."

The oldest stopped in front of classroom number 06, the shorter crossed his arms.

He wanted and could only get there.

"Don't look at me like that Hobi, you also have to arrive on time to introduce yourself. You're practically new here again."

Taking a deep breath, he thanked his hyung as he entered the classroom. This was still somewhat empty, he greeted the teacher who was arranging his things on the desk. He didn't know where to sit even though some tables were empty, he opted to sit at the last one since that one is usually always available.

He placed his notebook and a pencil on the table as he took a close look at the classroom. He studied at this institute before having to move to Japan for a year, he continued his studies in that country but without a doubt he had missed this place as well as his friends.

More students entered the classroom, many stared at him.

Now I remember why I didn't like changing schools, Hoseok thought.

A sound of something falling next to him caught the dark-haired man's attention.

A brown boy had dropped his backpack on the desk, he sat down next to him, he quickly thought that this must be his place. He prayed inwardly that someone else wouldn't come and claim that this was their seat.

It caught his attention that the others were still looking in the direction of both, more of the boy next to him.

Somewhat light brown hair, pretty thin lips, disinterested and serious look, his uniform is not well put on.

I know he only wears the uniform on the first day, but at least he should have put it on for today.

The teacher began to speak calling him to come forward to introduce himself.

"Good morning, I'm Jung Hoseok, I'm 17 years old and I'm re-entering high school."

"Hey pretty, give me your number!" A boy yelled, Hoseok only bowed as a farewell to go to his seat, he didn't want them to see his blushing cheeks.

Once in his seat, he heard the boy next to him whisper something -Re-entry, that explains it.

He thought about asking but then the teacher began to dictate.

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ☁️ׂ❝🌻 (ᗷᗩᗪ ᘜᑌY) ☦︎༘🥢 ❝🌱૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

The first class went by quickly, now they were in the second and Hoseok couldn't concentrate because of how hungry he was, he is grateful that the class dealt with a topic that he had already learned in Japan so he could think about other things knowing that he won't lose this topic.

He looked at the rest of his classmates, most of them were paying attention, except for about three who looked around as he was doing.

"Could you sit somewhere else tomorrow?" He directed his gaze to where his voice came from, his seatmate was looking him straight in the eye with a serious look.

"W-why? Is this someone else's seat?" The chestnut made no sound, he just denied in response "Is the seat damaged?" another negative in response "Then why?"

"I just don't want to sit with you."

Hoseok didn't know how to feel about it, he felt a bit sad but at the same time curious. Why didn't he want him to sit with him? Do he think he is ugly? But his Yoongi hyung told him that he was pretty.

"Why don't you want me to sit with you?" He couldn't and didn't want to stay curious, they always scolded him for being too curious, according to that it could be bad, but he doesn't think it is now.

"Have you seen the movies? Those where there is a bad boy who does not accept that someone enters his circle of friends-" he with the cute dimples thought for a few seconds until he nodded ironically "Well, I'm that kind of boy so don't come near me or speak." The chestnut returned his sight to the notebook ignoring the shorter one.

Hoseok did not understand, he felt even more confused with that answer, he returned his eyes to the notebook with a pout adorning his lips, he was going to continue paying attention to the class but before saying "But if you were the one who spoke to me first."

The brunette blinked rapidly, he looked back from him to Hoseok trying to answer him, but nothing came to mind and that frustrated him more.

"Young Taehyung, if you like your seatmate see him after class but for now pay attention to what I'm explaining."

The other students looked at both boys, Taehyung snorted a little annoyed while Hoseok hid behind a notebook, he wanted to hide his blush again.

⊹ ᮫࣭﹆ֹ★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ☁️ׂ❝🌻 (ᗷᗩᗪ ᘜᑌY) ☦︎༘🥢 ❝🌱૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

At the end of class, Hoseok quickly picked up the things. He was very hungry and had to see Yoongi hyung in the cafeteria.

He walked avoiding the other students, he always wanted to be taller but his 1.65 height didn't help.

As he was about to enter the cafeteria, his hand was grabbed as he was led away a few feet from the door. He quickly turn to see the person causing this.

"Tomorrow you sit with someone else."

Without a doubt he didn't understand the brunette, Hoseok didn't want to change seats and didn't understand why Taehyung insisted. Maybe he was a little spoiled in getting what he wanted and not paying attention to some things, but what he asked of him was very silly, at least for him.

"But..."

Taehyung crouched down to Hoseok's height, without a doubt he wanted to intimidate him in some way so he would obey "Remember that I'm a bad boy who can hurt you and..."

"Am I pretty?"

The question disturbed the perfect expression of a disinterested boy that Taehyung kept on his face, he looked confused at the black-haired man "What?"

"Answer" Hoseok put his hands to his cheeks, smiled marking the adorable dimples, his eyes narrowed thanks to this, he tilted his head a little and asked again "Am I pretty?"

The chestnut was speechless or thoughtless, any other person would have responded with insults, blows or even cried but the boy in front of him attacked him with Aegyo and cuteness?

Not knowing how to respond, he just straightened up and walked away from the boy.

Hoseok breathed easy, asking if he was pretty plus his aegyo was a tactic that he learned to mislead people.

It always worked for him.

He may have looked very brave, but in reality Taehyung's gaze was already intimidating him. He didn't want to change seats, though he thought maybe it was for the best.

but something that Hoseok did not know is that his aegyo attack, in addition to misleading, also caught the attention of a Taehyung fed up with boys who think he is rude.

Maybe he should now grope with someone cute.

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All credits to the original author if this story ettepoison

Thank you very much ettepoison for allowing me to translate your story.