Prologue.

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Copyright © 2016 by Damien
Wyatt Leblanc
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"Seo-Hun, the phone, it's for you!"

And that was the last thing I heard before my life changed completely upside down.

Hi, my name is Seo-Hun. I am a middle class citizen in a small town within South Korea. Yes, I'm a female, and you must be wondering why I was identifying as a male. Or you don't even have any clue about all of this.

You may be confused why this story starts off like this, but this is just my story, and I guess I'm going to tell you in the best way possible.

My body was quick to remove itself from the comfortable bed that laid within my empty room, that's a first, but as soon as my body was running quickly down the hall, I had slipped frontwards into hell, because the floor pounded me with a shock, I felt the burning sensation upon my scrapped knee.

I knew clear as day, it felt like hell.

But once I realized that someone very important was awaiting for me on the other side of the phone, how do I know that you ask? Because I never get phone calls, I'm pretty much a loner. I pushed myself up with force and ran into the kitchen, where I snatched the phone from my father, and smiled.

"Thank you." I lip synced to him before I pressed the phone to my ear, seeing my dad glare at me in the corner of my eye. I could tell he wanted to murder me but he went back to cooking supper.

Wearing shorts around the house was something I tend to wear always, and I knew I shouldn't because this scrap was burning me to death.

"Hello." I said seriously in the phone, as I died in the inside, small drops of blood tickling down my knee, my eyes wanting to roll back as far as they could go because no matter what, I had to answer this call.

"Hello, Lee Jun-Seyo. My name in Minho from Starcross all boys academy school in Seoul. I was calling to inform you that you, as an honour, have been accepted into this school, and I would like to see you here on the first day of September. I will give you the information and room key as soon as you get here, we hope to see you."

Beep; beep; beep.

The phone call ended and I slowly lowered it, gazing down at my feet. The reason I signed for this school was to do dance, and many of the schools in Seoul do not have it. I placed the phone back onto it's charger before I threw my head back in a groan.

"Boy's school..."

"What?" My father turned towards me, as he placed the kimchi into two bowls, making me shake my head in shame.

"N-Nothing."

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After having to eat dinner, I laid in bed, thinking long and hard about what exactly I should do. This is one in a life time opportunity, and I couldn't miss it for the world. But. I grabbed my boobs and sighed in frustration.

I'm not a boy.

I laid down for a few seconds before I quickly rose again, "if Jae-hee from to the beautiful you, and go mi-nam from you're beautiful can become a boy, so can I." I stood up quickly, appearing in front of the mirror.

Goodbye long hair. I thought, as I lifted the scissors to my hair, I began to cut, and cut, until it was short enough to be able to do the hair flip that every guy does.

"Perfect."

I smiled in satisfaction before falling back onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Goodbye little girl, hello handsome boy."

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Author's note; this book is related to a lot of Korean television shows, but different in several ways.

Hope you enjoy!

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