-------- Hansol's class --------
- Seungkwan's POV -
"Yah Hansol! Where are you have been?", I asked. "uhmm wait. What's wrong with your face, bruh?"
"No--nothing..", Hansol lowered his head.
"Hansol, tell me. Who slapped you? I'm gonna break his arm for slapping your handsome face."
"You're exposing your gay ass too much, Seungkwan-ah.", Yebin rolled her eyes. "Really.., who slapped you, Hansol?"
"Hahahah I'm fine. Hey, Seungkwan. Will you really break that person's arm if I told you?", Hansol smirked.
"Of course! Tell me!"
"Okay, actually it's eu--"
Mrs Kim came, cutting Hansol off.
"Good afternoon, class."
"Ugh thanks a lot, mrs kim i hate you", I rolled my eyes as Hansol snorted.
"What are you saying, Seungkwan?", Mrs Kim asked.
Ahaa let's just smile awkwardly, Seungkwan! "Nothing. I just said you look gorgeous in red today."
"Whatever. Thanks anyway. Okay, guys. So today you'll have another new classmate. Come in, Minho."
"Oh my god! Minho? A boy? Again?!", Eunbi hitted Yebin's arm.
Geez that girl always lost her chill when a new boy comes to our school.
"That's hurt, bitch! Calm down. Even if he's a boy, doesn't mean he's a hottie."
Lol, it's amusing how the impossible thing to happen did happen at this particular time. Our one class who was always the loudest eventually became quiet. Everyone are putting all eyes and ears to the new kid.
The new kid walks in steadily with his poker face. His hands in the pocket. He doesn't really seems excited nor worried being in a new school. Who is this kid? Aren't new kids usually feels worried and anxious? Or excited, maybe? But this new kid doesn't show any emotion on his face.
Blank.
Hmmm, watching by his way of dressing. I guess he comes from rich family background. He was wearing a peaceminusone white shoes and an LV backpack for mens. If I'm not mistaken, it's a limited edition.
"Minho, can you introduce yourself to your new friends?"
"Hello..." The new guy greet, bowing a little. Still keeping his poker face. Ugh, what is this guy? A robot? He's such a snob. He should at least smiles to the teacher. Rude! I scoff annoyed. "My name is Ha Minho. I'm from Hanlim Multi Art School."
Eunbi hitted Yebin's arm for the 17th times, "He is a hottie!"
Seriously Eunbi? He's not that hot though. He looks decent. Totally not my type. Doesn't she sees that this guy is something? He got an attitude! Or maybe I was too early making a judgement? Hmmm, maybe. But, I so need to be alert around him.
Oh wait, suddenly I remembered. Hanlin Multi Art School? Isn't that Hansol's previous school? I turn to see Hansol. His face looks worried, terrified to be precise. Why is that? Why does Hansol gives those kind of look? I don't understand. He always is so calm. I tried to follow the direction where he put his attention, and it happened to be that he is looking straight at that new guy. Why is Hansol terrified to see him? Aren't they from the same school? What had happened?
- Hansol's POV -
The teacher told us that we're having a new transfer student in our class. I just close my eyes, not really interested about the new guy. And my cheeks are still hot. How dare she slapped me?! Not too long, I heard the teacher calls him in. But I wasn't bother to open my eyes. Well, why bother? We will see his face everyday later anyway.
"Hello..." The new guy greet.
Wait. That voice sounds familiar though. I open my eyes and lift my head up.
"My name is Ha Minho. I'm from Hanlim Multi Art School."
HA... HA MINHO...... It couldn't be?!
NO WAY! It really is him. Ha Minho. How come he's here? Why is he here?!
NO! This couldn't happen!
- Minho's POV -
"Hello..." I greet as the teacher ask, bowing to the class a little. Still keeping my poker face. Ugh, why is all of these necessary? It's annoying. School is, those trash people is, simply put... Everything are annoying. Why must I go to school though? Dad's assets is enough for another three generation. As an only child, those assets are for sure gonna be mine anyway. Ugh, I couldn't understand why they need to put me through all these.
"My name is Ha Minho. I'm from Hanlim Multi Art School." I said with a natural tone. Not sounding thrilled or excited.
As my eyes went through all those student infront of me, there's someone who really catch my interest. I smirk. CHOI HANSOL. It's been a long time.
Well, well. Now I found my reason to keep being in this school. Nice to meet you, old friend.
