That Beauty is a Man!

Chapter 1

Author's Note:
 I want a good cover but I do not really know how to draw ><  

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Whispers of Fortune

Looking like nothing more than a disheveled, nerdy student—hardly the type to attract attention. His vibrant strawberry hair, normally bright enough to stand out in a crowd, was left messy and unkempt as if he hadn't seen a comb in days. Strands stuck out in odd angles, and any natural sheen was dulled by his lack of care.

Hidden face beneath a hooded jacket, the oversized fabric hanging loosely off his frame, adding to his deliberately disheveled appearance, glasses were large and thick-rimmed, obscuring his eyes completely from view. The lenses gave him a nerdy, unapproachable look, further pushing people away. His pale skin had a slightly grimy texture from his habit of not cleaning himself thoroughly, as he walked gloomily down the street, the sun dipping behind the towering buildings of the prestigious Elite Academy.

Bom glanced longingly at the rows of shops and restaurants, their bright signs advertising food he couldn't afford. His stomach growled at the sight of a bakery's special — strawberry cake, his favorite. The sweet aroma drifted toward him, but with their money so tight, even the discounted slice felt out of reach. He forced himself to look away, hands shoved deep into his oversized pockets.

As he trudged forward, his mind wandered back to his failed attempts at part-time jobs. He had tried working in several places, but nothing stuck. His clever tricks and love for easy money didn't quite mesh with the structured world of normal work. He sighed, feeling the familiar weight of frustration.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of giggling. A group of female students in Elite Academy uniforms stood nearby, chatting excitedly. Normally, Bom would have ignored them, but something caught his attention.

"...I swear, I'd pay just to get a glance of Hyeong," one of the girls said, her voice full of admiration.

Another chimed in, "He's so perfect! I'd give anything to see him up close."

Bom's ears perked up. Hyeong? As in his childhood friend and rival, Hyeong? He stopped walking, listening more intently as the girls gushed over his silver-haired rival. strawberry head rolled his eyes, finding their obsession ridiculous — but then he heard the clinking of coins hitting the ground. His gaze darted toward the sound as the girls laughed, gathering the dropped money with smiles on their faces.

Something clicked in Bom's mind. They're willing to pay... just to see Hyeong? These girls were so desperate for a glimpse of his rival that they would throw their money away without hesitation.

A slow smirk spread across Bom's face. Money. His mind whirled with possibilities. The coins clinking, the girls giggling, the idea of easy cash falling into his lap... Hyeong had just become his money-making treasure. 

Bom's mind raced as he concocted a plan. Why not capitalize on Hyeong's popularity? If these girls were so eager to pay for a glimpse of him, he could easily turn that into a profitable venture.

As the giggles of the girls faded into the background, Bom felt a rush of excitement. With his knack for persuasion and a sprinkle of cunning charm, he could create something that would make him a small fortune — or at least enough for a slice of that strawberry cake.

"Mystic Fortunes," he muttered under his breath, envisioning the sign he'd create. He'd set up shop just outside the school gates, offering fortunes related to Hyeong's romantic prospects. The thought of it sent a thrill down his spine.

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The Fortune-Telling Setup

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Bom carefully arranged his makeshift fortune-telling stand just outside the Elite Academy gates. He wore a flowing white cloth with a hood that obscured his vibrant strawberry hair and hidden eyes, lending him an air of enigma. The flickering candlelight from a small lantern cast soft shadows around him, enhancing the mysterious aura he intended to project.