HAN JISUNG X SONG YUQI
Jisung smirked as he entered the high school. Nothing new. Just like his past thirteen schools. He looked around and saw one of the teachers looking at him weirdly. It was probably because of the tattoos on his right arm.
He just needed to complete three more months of his senior year before he could graduate. His last few schools had treated him well... up until they found out he was a mafia gang leader. Then, they kicked him out.
But thanks to his job, he had enough money to bribe them into not writing the reason why he got kicked out. Then, he wouldn't be able to get his high school diploma.
He was excellent in his studies, if he did say so himself. His mind was sharp and on alert at all times. It was almost impossible to deter him. Almost.
Only one person had been able to deter his mind. The blonde girl who would always hang out with her friends, and be loud, and be cute.
He chuckled to himself. She was too cute for her own good. She could be hot too, if she wanted to be. Her gaze was enough to make him want to fuck her day and night.
Her attitude was contagious, like her smile. She and he hadn't talked before, but they were in all of the same classes. They'd never sat together though.
The warning bell rang, and Jisung sat down in his seat, waiting for calculus to start.
Just as the bell was about to ring, the blonde girl rushed in, looking for a seat. The teacher was almost at the class, and the only open seat was beside Jisung.
She ran up to him and sat down beside him without thinking twice. Jisung's breath audibly hitched as he realized who was sitting beside him.
Here's another thing he liked about her: she didn't judge a book by its cover.
So many people would be hesitant to sit beside the weird guy with tattoos, but she was different.
She smiled at him before sitting down, was polite to him in hallways, always said hello to him, it was almost like she was interested in him as well.
But he knew that wasn't the case. She did that to everyone, though what he didn't know, was that her smile was bigger for him, that she made sure to be extra polite in front of him, or the fact that she made sure to check the hallways for him just so she could say hello.
He could tell he was nervous, for the first time in his life, he felt like his heart was going to explode. Hell, it was the first time he felt like he had a heart.
A heart that was beating faster than a cheetah could run. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Mr. Han, would you like to solve this problem, or do you want to keep spacing out on us?"
Classic move. Jisung stood up, and the class, that had been giggling all turned to look at him with interest.
He flipped his hair and walked up to the front of the classroom. Behind him, he heard girls whispering about him.
He smirked as he heard them call him hot or sexy. The teacher handed him the chalk and he got to solving it as if it were the easiest math problem he'd ever seen.
Handing the chalk back to the teacher, he gave him a mocking smile and bowed slightly before heading back to his seat.
The teacher blinked before nodding and smiling.
"That is correct,"
The whole class gaped at him. How did he do that?
The blonde turned to face him.
