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Saying High School was difficult was am understatement. There were countless problems students would face, endless assignments and scarce leisure time for the student.

However, being enrolled into Seoul High, one of Korea's most prestigious High Schools in the entire nation, Jung Taekwoon had it worse.

A school where all the rich and famous attend, a place where movie stars children would walk through. The school was famous for its pristine reputation and high academics. Very few are able to afford such a luxury.

To Taekwoon, the school was anything but a luxury. It was his own personal Hell.

The shy male was not entirely from a sophisticated background, his father a employee in Kim Enterprises while his mother worked in a popular restaurant as a waitress. The only reason he was learning from such a high end school like Seoul High was because of his hard earned Scholarship in Music. All his necessities were provided by the school and he was thankful that his parents wouldn't have to pay a single penny.

Most would consider himself lucky being able to attend such a school, but Taekwoon was anything but lucky. Constantly being shoved around by rich snobs who are so egocentric and selfish and being used as a punching bag by the more stronger, the only thing Taekwoon wanted was solitude which was unfortunately not in his favor.

The child's only release was in the silence of the music room where he played out his frustrations and anger on the piano, musical notes trembling in sadness and anger. His music portrayed the emotion no other student could achieve.

No words were needed to speak out what he wanted to say. The sound was enough.

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Tuesdays in school were generally slow and lazy. Those days were the moments Taekwoon enjoyed most. The students who particularly liked to pick on him left him alone and he was able to play his music without any disturbance.

Today was one of those days. Or so Taekwoon thought.

Taekwoon opened the door of the music room only to meet a pair of warm cocoa colored eyes. He startled and the books in his hands slipped from his fingers, music sheets fluttering away like butterflies.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry!..." Taekwoon looked up to see the Senior.

He was tall and gangly, packed with lean muscle. His eyes were sharp and fox like but held a soft gentleness in them. It matched his sweet smile that he flashed at Taekwoon as he aided him to gather his sheets.

This, was Kim Wonshik.

The latter was a 12th Grader, two grades above Taekwoon, causing Taekwoon to be younger. He majored in composing and several other subjects that he flourished in. He was handsome and smart. A sweet honeypot for bees to fly towards, and by bees Taekwoon meant girls. Potential wives for Wonshik. Something he could never be.

He admits, his heart flutters at Wonshik's presence. He was absolutely breathtaking.

In turn, the encounter the two had left Wonshik smitten by the shy, ebony haired latter with soft feline like eyes and pouty rose lips.

It was the cliche in all sappy movies and romance novels. Love at first sight.

They became good friends, looking out for each other. There was longing to be something more than a friend in Wonshik but he held it back.