In the seemingly glittering world of William Kwon's life, the pulchritudinous son of Korea's top stockholders possesses not only immense wealth but also a flawlessly whittled face and body that captivates anyone who lays eyes on him in an instant.
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3rd P.O.V. The tension between Vin Jin and Zack continued to escalate, the air thick with the anticipation of a potential confrontation.
"Hey, you wanna die?" Vin Jin uttered, his voice laced with a thinly veiled threat.
In response, Zack's hands balled into fists as he swung them towards Vin Jin's face. However, to the surprise of everyone present, the collision never occurred. Zack's attack had been effortlessly intercepted.
"Try me," Zack taunted, his confidence seemingly unshaken.
A bead of sweat dripped down Vin Jin's forehead, but his demeanor remained composed. "Yep, he's fast," Vin Jin mused, his eyes hidden behind his dark tinted sunglasses, carefully concealing any sign of alarm.
Yet, behind the facade of his cool exterior, Vin Jin's mind was racing when his eyes landed on William, silently observing the scene. "But if he really tried to hit me, I would have thrown him away! And in that case, It would boost my image!" A confident smirk curved his lips as he contemplated the hypothetical scenario.
Zack, having observed Vin Jin's subtle movement, narrowed his eyes. "I would have been caught by him if I had hit him. Better knock him out with one shot," he said to himself, his gaze fixed on his opponent.
William's attention was suddenly diverted from the tense standoff between Vin Jin and Zack when he heard Daniel's voice ring out across the cafeteria.
"H-Hey!" Daniel exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. William's gaze immediately shifted towards the source of the commotion, his eyes landing on a tall, imposing figure who had just entered the scene.
The newcomer was adorned with a white tank top, revealing detailed tattoos that stretched from his chest down to his wrists on both arms. He wore a rilled-down grey jumper with its sleeves tied around his waist, exuding an air of casual, yet undeniable, intimidation.
Beside him stood a shorter individual, his ears prominently protruding, with a visible tattoo decorated across his chest.
William observed the scene with keen interest, his eyes flitting between the tall intimidating man with a tattoo and Daniel, who seemed to have reacted with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.
The towering, tattooed man had imposed a presence filling the cafeteria. "Who are you? You know me?" he spoke, his voice laden with a threatening undertone.
The tall man then strode towards Daniel, standing directly in front of the younger student, looking down at him with a stern gaze. "You, you've never been taken down, huh?" he uttered, his hand coming to rest on Daniel's shoulder, the grip tightening with underlying pressure.
"Even if you're good-looking and strong," the man continued, his fingers squeezing Daniel's shoulder, "Don't screw around."
Daniel gritted his teeth, clearly feeling the strain of the man's powerful grip. Around them, the students in the cafeteria gasped, their eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.
William watched the scene unfold, his eyes glinted with interest as it narrowed and he carefully observed the exchange, anticipating the next move. Jay, silent in his seat, maintained an unreadable expression, yet the atmosphere around him seemed unusually cold.
Summoning his courage, Daniel reached up and grabbed the man's wrist, lifting it off his shoulder with the same intensity of pressure. "Sorry," he said, his voice laced with a hint of apology. "I thought you were someone else."
The students erupted in a collective gasp of surprise as they witnessed Daniel easily prying off the powerful man's grip.
Daniel's heart raced as he posed a nervous smile, his classmates eyeing him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Vasco, the towering figure with a web of tattoos crawling across his muscular frame, narrowed his gaze
"Handsome Guy is bad...Should I teach him a lesson?" Vasco said to himself, his moral compass wavering as the potential consequences never flashed through his mind. The man's fist clenched, ready to strike, when suddenly Jace, stepped between them, a false grin plastered across his face.
"Haha! Yeah! So you thought he was someone else?" Jace chuckled, his eyes darted towards Daniel, trying to diffuse the building tension.
Daniel felt the weight of Vasco's stare bore into him. The air hung thick with unspoken accusations, and Daniel knew he had to tread carefully if he wanted to emerge from this confrontation unscathed.
"Yeah, sorry," Daniel answered, his voice wavering slightly. Jace chimed in with a laid-back tone, "Nah, it happens.What class are you in? Fashion?" Jace added, Daniel nodded, "Yep."
"Oh, so you're the new guy," Jace asked, a glint of recognition in his eyes.
"Yep," Daniel replied simply.
"Forget it and eat," Jace said, his faux kindness doing little to mask the underlying tension.
"Okay!" Daniel exclaimed, momentarily reassured by Jace's gesture.
The whispers of the students swirled around them like a hive of excited bees.
"The new guy is the real deal!" "He's hot." "He stood up to Vasco!" "He's so cool!"
Vasco, fixed on the smaller Jiho, who looked confused and slightly annoyed. "Hey, little guy," Vasco said, his voice gruff but surprisingly gentle. "Don't surrender to guys like that. Believe in yourself."
The words caught Jiho off guard, and he blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond to Vasco's unexpected advice. The cafeteria grew silent, save for the distant buzzing of the student whispers.
The tension in the cafeteria dispersed as all eyes turned towards Daniel, who had stood his ground against the justice-driven Vasco. Murmurs of praise and astonishment swept through the cafeteria, the students marvelling at Daniel's bravery.
Amidst the commotion, a certain rainbow-haired student named Eli Jang watched the scene unfold, his interest in Daniel evident by the smile that graced his handsome features.
"He's handsome and kind. He's kind of funny, maybe he'll let me cut his hair?" Eli mused to himself, however, his attention to the transfer student, Daniel Park, was stolen when his gaze diverted to a familiar figure that caught his eye.
William, a student with an angelic smile on his lips, stood up from his seat, a half-eaten tray of food in his hand. Eli felt a sudden thump in his chest as he witnessed the perfect white teeth on display, William's smile captivating him.
Eli quickly raised a balled-up hand to his mouth, trying in vain to hide the smile that threatened to bloom on his own lips. The beetroot color of his ears, however, betrayed his attempt to conceal his reaction.
But Eli was not the only one enthralled by William's enchanting smile. All around him, students swooned and stared, transfixed by the sheer beauty of the expression as William exited the cafeteria, a tall, blonde-haired student by his side.
