Magnetic Eyes || NWJNS x F! Reader

０７： Ｈｏｍｅｃｏｍｉｎｇ

Cars line up the driveway, bestrewing the front of the school with vehicles of every kind. Grand coupes, sports cars, even high-tech convertibles, sedans, and other luxury automobiles can be seen, being parked by valets or students themselves. There's also a handful of cabs that drive off, possibly for those who reasoned it's too troublesome to take their own transportation, or to face embarrassment with the comparison of their compact cars. There are also media vans as well. They're all here for what may be considered one of the biggest school events of the year. The homecoming dance.

Laughter, sweet and merry laughter ring from the ballroom. Students walk inside with their dates ready at hand. Some of the guests idle, enjoying the warm sunshine before the gray skies inevitably return. Even so, that doesn't hinder them from loitering outside, waiting for their idols to arrive. Though there are occasional glances when they spot someone that catches their eye, even if they have the oriental air.

School dances or any social gatherings in general, you've already admitted to hating them. However, today is the day where you would have to force yourself to go to a school dance at the popular request of the girl group, NewJeans. From where you stand, you can see students of other social strata. They didn't have the same fitting glow as idols, but you could tell they were just as powerful. Looks, money, and status; no doubt, they've staked out unequivocal positions as celebrities.

"Ya! Did you see her?"

"Who? [L/N] [Y/N]?"

"Yeah! I just saw her in the parking lot, and holy shit, she's wearing a suit!"

"...And? What's so good about it?"

"Aish... You guys will see for yourselves–"

You are ignorant of the looks you receive from girls and guys alike. Some are rather hostile or displeased–they're the envious types. And then there are the majority that stare way too long. Their eyes are suggestive, filled with an unseemly display of desire. None are pure nor are you content with the attention; thus, you carry on and pass through the crowd.

"Omo! Is that [L/N] [Y/N]?"