𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁? junhao

1: why not?

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"Who's that?"

A lean boy around the age of seventeen walked with his shoulders slumped in a sleep-deprived haze, a heavy backpack significantly weighing down his small frame as he shuffled.

He wore a pair of round glasses, that almost seemed too big for his face, and magnified what seemed to be flecks of paint under his left eye.

As he passed through a pair of rusted iron gates, he felt the stares of every single person in that damned school on him. He had tried to explain to his mother that moving schools couldn't possibly unstick labels he was destined to wear forever.

She had a very different perspective of the world than he.

"Why is he so..."

"I saw him first!"

"We all saw him at the same time you idiot, it's fair game."

"Well, you certainly won't be playing fair. Look at you with your lip-gloss out."

"Says you! I saw you puff your chest out... not that he'd find much there."

"UGH!"

"Shhh, he's coming over here!"

The boy slowly trudged past a group of girls who all seemed like they were trying to be at least five years older than they actually were. Although, it was normal for anybody of the 1980's to try and look older.

Sophistication was a trend these days.

The girls giggled madly when he walked past, only to emit small huffs of disappointment when the boy neither looked their way, nor appeared to want to look their way any time in the near future.

"Maybe he just didn't see us?"

"Yeah! He's new, he probably has a lot on his mind."

"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go say hi."

Without even doing anything whatsoever to encourage further engagement, there the boy was... suddenly surrounded by the group of giggling girls with no escape.

"Hi, I'm Sa-"

"What's your n-"

"Where are you f-"

"What grade ar-"

"You're so cuuu-"

They all competed to say their piece, giving the poor boy in front of them a splitting headache before he'd even properly entered the school building.

One girl suddenly pulled him slightly away from the group, earning venomous looks from the rest of her friends, their eyes narrowing in on the small physical contact she had managed to make.

The boy shook his wrist softly, in the hopes that she would drop it.

She didn't.

"Sooo," She started, interrupting her own sentence by giggling a little at the annoyed expressions from the other girls who were now behind the two.

"Anyone of us here that you fancy? You're cute... y'know?"

I have literally just walked through the school gates, you absolute dimwit.

That's what the boy wanted to say, but it wouldn't come out. Instead, he shook his head in absolute bewilderment... it certainly wasn't often he was called cute.

"Nobody in this schoolyard?"

The boy looked around passively, a nervous lump forming in his throat at the idea that if he declined again, one of these girls would try to be his girlfriend.

"Him."

He pointed blindly at the first guy he saw, hoping that if the girls got the hint they would start bullying him instead - that circumstance a much more familiar one to him.

Instead, the entire group gasped as one.

"That's-"

Just then, he turned to look at who he'd pointed at and his stomach dropped.

Standing a few meters away was the cutest guy he'd ever seen in his entire life. The boy was unsure if he would ever get to see someone as pretty ever again, wondering if he should savor this moment for the rest of his life.

Of course you had to accidentally pick somebody you are in fact attracted to.

One of the girls finally mustered up the courage to speak again.

"That's Wen Junhui... you can't like him! He's the schools most popular-"

"And why not?"

A smooth voice sounded from behind the group, startling all of them including the boy who had begun to sink into his own inner turmoil.

"Excuse me?"

The girl who had pulled him aside earlier responded, yet it was in a far more muted voice than she'd used earlier.

"You said he couldn't like me? I'd like to know why not?"

"Oh! I didn't mean... what I meant was-"

But the popular boy didn't care for her answer.

Instead, ignoring the stares of everybody in the area who had started to pay attention to the commotion, he walked calmly toward the boy.

"Shall we?"

And with that, Xu Minghao was being led away into the school on his very first day, by the most attractive person he'd ever met.

His thoughts on the matter?

What. The. Fuck.

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