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"Good morning, class," said the stiff professor in front of you. "Today we have a new student. Say hello to Jimin."

A blinking boy stepped forward with a nervous smile. He wore sweatshirts and jeans, casual wear that stood out from his pale pink shock of hair.

"Hello, Jimin," the class chorused dully.

"Hi..." he said quietly, and before the professor could get him to introduce himself, he quickly sat down. In the empty desk next to yours.

"I thought I could put him next to you, in the front, so you could help him with the lessons," your professor told you, and patted your desk absentmindedly. Of course she picks me, because I'm the only A student in this class of do-nothings, you groaned inwardly. I only care about this class a little more than they do, and yet my teacher singles me out every time.

You looked over at the new kid, who was fiddling with his obviously new notebooks, and gave him a vacant smile. He'll need a drop of kindness to get through a day in this awful school.

He caught your eye and smiled back, genuinely. His face lit up when he smiled, and he looked less awkward, almost handsome. You looked away in surprise at his friendliness, and inwardly chastised yourself for your accidental coldness. He's new, you reminded yourself. Play nice at least for now.

Trying again, you leaned over to him and whispered, "Where are you from?"

He grinned shyly. "Busan. I moved because my dad got a job here."

"Welcome!" The smile came easier this time. "How is moving in going so far?"

"Quiet!" The teacher scolded you imperiously, and you shifted your weight back onto your seat. Jimin and you looked at each other for a moment before you broke the gaze and directed your attention to the teacher.

Don't let him get attached, you thought. That won't go well for either of us.

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