That's what they all say about Gyuvin, and not to be narcissistic, but they're true. And he hears those words everyday, everywhere, everytime.
Like when he's on the school's field wiping his sweat after a race, or when he's out shopping with his brother Hanbin, or even when he's at the hospital for check-up, there's always someone saying "Oh you're so handsome!".
It happens so often that he's practically grown used to it, and his previous over the top reactions have evolved into short nods and a faint "Thanks!".
Today is no different.
As he walks through the sea of teens in the school's main lobby, backpack slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and his friends trailing behind him, the loud chatter in the hall doesn't leave his ears.
It's all the same;
"God he's so fucking handsome!" Heard that before.
"Get me a man like that!" Thanks.
"He is sooo my type!" Well..
"A gift of God I must say!" He's aware.
"Such beauty! Look at his tall physique! And his blonde locks and- oh don't get me started on his gorgeous face!"
Gyuvin freezes.
Like, he full on freezes. No movement, respiratory stuck in a block of ice, hurdle placed to block his heartbeat kind of freezes. Someone's face bumps into his back at the sudden halt and he can hear the talk fade down into silence as he stops.
That's a new phrase. But it's unfamiliar- sour to the tongue.
Blonde locks.
❝Uhm, Gyuvin?❞ Gunwook calls out in a questioning tone.
❝Gunwook..❞ He drawls out, head turning around in a cartoonish way to face the said man. ❝Do I look blonde to you?❞
The boy blinks. ❝Uhm, no?❞ He says, a brow cocked at the odd question.
❝Then why did she say blonde?❞ Gyuvin frowns.
He hears the girl scoff nearby, and he turns again to find her leaning on one of the many red lockers lined along the hall's sides.
