Opposites attract, they said. [SeKai]

One

RIIIIIIIING.

And that was the cue for all the students to rush out of the class like animals. Everyone except Oh Sehun, that is. The blonde boy took off his reading glasses and waited patiently in his seat as the rest of the students left the classroom.

"Have a good day, Sehun-ah." Ms. Jung smiled at him as he stood up to leave the room, and he politely bowed to her.

"You too, Mrs. Jung."

Sehun traversed through the jam-packed hallway towards his locker, trying his best not to bump into any of the hot messes that passed by him. Once he reached his locker, he took out his books and started heading to his next class. That would have been all fine and dandy had he not bumped into someone along the way.

But that wasn't just any someone. It was none other than Kim Jongin. He was traveling with his usual pack of rowdy boys, being their usual loud selves. They were those people Sehun would subtly send the stink eye when he was trying to read a book in the cafeteria but their loud-ass selves would keep distracting him with their random, loud remarks. Sehun disliked such people. Frankly, he disliked everyone in school. It was basically a sanctuary infested in STD-carrying, alcohol-abusing kids who don't listen to their parents and think they're all that. Honestly he was glad it was his last year in this place.

So far he'd done a good job avoiding trouble at school, but today, that was about to change. He played it out like he didn't even notice and kept walking forward, until he was suddenly grabbed harshly by the arm and spun around.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I'm tryna make it to class, is what I'm doing. Now if you'll excuse me-" Clearly, Jongin wasn't going to let him off easily as he shoved him against the locker.

"I'm talking to you."

"I have no interest in taking to the likes of you." Sehun said coldy and tried to get away again but the tanned male shoved him against the locker, hands crumpled up at the front of his shirt.

"Well aren't you a little sass-mouth? Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"I'm nobody. Now please let me go because I'm gonna be late to class." He said calmly, but that only seemed to rile Jongin up further.

"Listen, I don't want any trouble." Sehun said impatiently. He was never late to class before and very much intended on keeping that streak.

"Oh too bad, kid. Cuz trouble just found you."

Sehun let out a bitter chuckle. He hated bullies. "So is this what you do? Bully those who are weaker than you because your life isn't interesting enough? Tsk. How pitiful." Sehun had a problem - he was a very honest person. And his honesty came out at bad times. This might have been one of those times. Because next thing he knew, A tanned fist clashed onto his right cheek without warning, and his face snapped to the side at the impact of it.

Well, that fucking hurt.

But it wasn't like Sehun could fight back.

He felt himself being thrown to the floor as Jongin chuckled.

"Fucking loser."

And then he walked away, leaving him alone in the hallway with only one thought echoing in his mind-

I'm late for history class.

Sehun had plans of quietly entering his house and going up to his room as fast as possible without anyone seeing him. But that didn't happen because as soon as he entered, one of the servants saw him, immedietly gasping and running over to him.