Beomgyu was determined at this point, so when Taehyun dropped him off at his next class after lunch he decided he would try to make some new friends.
He could do that...
Right?
Apparently he was wrong.
Very wrong.
The bell rang, and the teacher, an old man looking well into his sixties, motioned for him to come up to the front of the class.
Beomgyu was already dreading it.
But, it had to happen right?
At least once today.
'Better to get it over with.'
"Go ahead."
The old man's voice was gruff as it was quiet as he continued to arrange papers on his desk.
Beomgyu got a very good look at the students seated in their desk as walked to stand in-front of the classroom.
All of them turned to him, listening.
Like he was their daily entertainment.
A few students sat in front row were ones he had actually seen on the ramp this morning.
Flowing colorful outfits, one of the girls had clips in her hair. Butterflies and hearts and stars decorated her entire outfit.
A few rows over, there were some other kids.
They held a very strict kind of presence. Their clothes obnoxious clean and cut to perfection, even though they were in just the simply grey and black uniforms.
They looked a cut higher then all the rest, and they seemed to hold themselves in the same regard.
Nose turned up permanently, it seemed, at everyone else.
Especially Beomgyu.
Who they tracked with their eyes, almost seeming either completely disinterested, or downright insulted at his existence.
Each of them had a pin on the pocket of their blazers. All insignias, but different colors and animals and symbols.
They all looked at him like he was dirty, and he found himself sneering back them, even as he averted his eyes.
Then there was a group, very small, only three students in total.
But each of them sat in the back of the class, farthest from the window. The opposite side he had picked his own seat to be.
Each of them wore black, from head to toe. The clothes themselves differed, but they were all nicely made, fine and expensive.
Each of them had pale white skin.A stark contrast against, not only their clothes, but the shadows that seemed to surround them.
Each one of them watched him.
Eyes dark, nearly black.
And one of them kept smiling.
Like he knew Beomgyu was reading them, the same way they were reading him.
He seemed harmless almost.
Taking it at face value, he looked young, probably Beomgyu's age.
His face would have been warm, inviting, friendly. If not for the company he kept.
The coldness of their stares gave his smile a different meaning.
So Beomgyu didn't look too long.
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Dark on me || TXT
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