He Is A Girl (EXO)

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Important note : If you're curious about the hints on why she is here and what's happening, a few hints are marked in italic.

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***Chaeyeon/Jihoon's POV***

"You can do it, Lee Jihoon." I said, throwing my fist upwards. I don't know how, but I found myself in front of the popular all-boys school in Seoul. But this wasn't the right moment to regret, yet. I checked my clothing, and if my wig was in place, and my precious snapback. Soon I coughed to fix my girly pre-teen voice into a raspy and manly voice.

It was a Monday, in spring. The reason I came here wasn't blurred. I, also known as Jihoon from now on, walked towards the tall and huge building. There was nothing to be nervous about. In fact I was quite boyish, so there was no need for me to act to the extent where I suffer. I pulled the glass door opened after scanning my ID pass. I guess this school was that high classed, huh?

As soon as I stepped inside, with my luggage, people looked at me. They were giving me friendly looks, as if I was one of their mates. However, somewhere in those eyes, it screamed : dangerous. And I knew why, of course. I ignored to the people along my way. My plan was to not socialise at all, because that means I have to act, and I don't want to expose anything by accident. I'm a clumsy person, so just in case, I have to build a cold image.

I walked towards a teacher's office, knocking on it. The door soon swung open by a middle aged man. He bowed and invited me inside. He eyed my luggage, getting the obvious hint. "What's your name?"

"Lee Jihoon, sir." I said in a deep voice. The man nodded, making me feel relieved. So my voice wasn't that bad, eh? He checked on the computer. Soon he looked back at me, with a nod.

"Your room is 412, with Park Chanyeol." Great, roommates. And guess what? It's a boy. I wish the floor could just eat my soul right now, I hate my life. However I did not let that get to me and bowed to the man in front of me. "And here's your schedule and a key."

He handed me a new printed schedule, the paper was still warm. The key had the number 412 on it. I bowed once again, and left with a cold look on my face. 412, where is it though? This building has four floors. Plus it's huge as hell. Oh talking about buildings, this isn't even the only building that belongs to this all-boys school. Sighing, I checked a map that was framed onto the wall. 400-500 was on 3rd floor. At least I won't get robbed living on the 1st floor, thank goodness.

I made my way to the elevator, halting with my luggage, barely even coping with it. Remember I'm still a girl, and I require some emergency stuff. After a few seconds I arrived on the 3rd floor. Without hesitating I looked for the room, my room. 406, 407, 408... 409, 410... Darn it, a sign hit my ducking face. It read : 'Warning! Slippery floor.' I wonder if the people who clean here are men too. I started giggling my butt off, until I realised I was in front of room 412. I inserted the key into the keyhole, and twisted it. As soon as the door opened, I was greeted by a really messy room.

My eyes widened as a boy was laying on his bed. So it was a bunk bed? Is there no damn privacy at all? I wished I had my own bed, and had a curtain around it. I shook my head in disbelief. The boy noticed my presence, and looked confusedly at me. I walked inside and then I closed the door behind me. "Hello, may I ask how you got in when I remembered I locked the door?"