Confession

2. Conceited Flower Boy

Seungyoun

I am eating at the cafeteria with my gals, Seungwoo, Minhee, Yohan and Hangyul. They are my fucking friends about everything.

"So, how's your girlfriend?." Seungwoo asked me, I tilted my head.

"Who's girlfriend?." I asked, Minhee laughed before kicking my legs causing me to groaned in pain. "My fucking cousin asshole."

Actually, Minhee doesn't mind it at all, his cousin initiate it first. I was known for being a Playboy. A conceited. "We broke up." I just said. Yohan screamed in delight.

"Seungwoo-hyung! My $50?." Yohan smirked as Seungwoo looks disappointed. I think they made a bet.

"By the way, did you know the transferee? He is Kim Wooseok, he came from a prestigious school. But he transferred here." Yohan started off a topic, I stop eating.

Rich people to degrade us.

I lost my appetite. "I heard it, he is handsome." Hangyul said. "He looks like a girl." I look at Hangyul, he really know how to make me stick on the conversation.

"He is good, actually good. A prince/princess like features, milky skin, pinkish and kissable lips. It's just his first week here but he is gaining a lot of attention. He is actually good at academics." Yohan continues to blabber. "He is at your music class Seungyoun."

"I am not attending my class at all." I said, they glared at me. As we heard a girl's squealing. I saw a man, an emotionless man entering the cafeteria. "He is Kim Wooseok."

It's true, he is really handsome. But not my type.

Everyone thinks that I am rich too but I am not. I am not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Actually I am working for day just to sustain my needs. Picking and sex-ing with others to have money. This guy is a dumbo for picking this school.

I diverted my gaze but before that he look at me.

I was off guard, until he is now in front of me. "Cho Seungyoun." He said.

His voice were like music. Brushing the thoughts, I stand up. "We're partner in a activity at music class." He said.

"I am not attending—"

"Then attend. See you after class." What the actual fuck?

"Woah~ the attitude." My friends were provoking me, before he would ever left, I held his wrist.

So thin...

"Let's go." I said, I can't just punch this guy. It's my obligation anyways he is just helping me.

"So what is that old man's activity?." I asked him, still dragging him through hallways until we reached the rooftop. "We will do dance and sing at the same time."

Easy.

"Too easy, so what song did you prepare?." I asked him, he just look at me emotionlessly, as if he is as cold as ice.

"None."

"Fine, I'll text you if I could found one that would fit in the both of us." I said. Taking myself a nap at the ground. He sat beside me.

"Leave." I said. He didn't budged at all but he just get his small book and started to read. "You're not going to eat?." I asked, but I think he didn't listen to me at all. "Wooseok—"

"I don't have money to eat." He simply said.

But why—

I rolled my eyes before I get something on my pocket. It's a red bean bun. I placed it on the top of what he is reading. He looks at me with shock in his eyes, tho, still expressionless. "Thanks."

"You shouldn't let yourself not to eat." I said. Getting back to my nap.

I woke up only to see a orange sky, indicated that I slept too much. It's already past 6:00 pm. I look at my side.

Did he left already?

I guess he did.

I stand up but then, I saw a note on the floor.

Not gonna wake you up, this is my number... 063*********

Hm...

I marched down until I reached the ground, I saw Yohan waiting for me. He is my dorm mate.

"You're late." He said. I didn't say anything, we started walking. "So... You're into dicks now?." I cough heavily due to Yohan's sudden question. What the actual fuck?!

"I am not—"

"There is a spark in your eyes when you saw Wooseok at the cafeteria. We're all shock, not even us but the whole students that you didn't punch Wooseok for getting close to you." Yohan said. He blabbers a lot today.

"He is not."

"You're a richphobic remember?." Yohan teases me, until we reached the convenience store. I decided to buy something for this evening. Maybe a red bean bun again for Wooseok tomorrow— why am I caring to him anyways.

"Welcome Seungyoun." I look at the cashier, wide eyes. It's Wooseok!

"Woah woah— Isn't it Kim Wooseok?!." Yohan exclaimed in both shock. I gulped hard.

"What?." He asks us. I didn't move a bit but when I regained my conciousness I immediately get myself a two red bean buns then a cup of noodles.

"Too many noodles." Wooseok said when he started to collect it. "It's $50."

I chuckled. "You're talking a lot." I said before bringing him my money. "Am I?."

I just rolled my eyes before giving him one red bean bun. "Eat well Wooseokie." I said.

I saw a tinted pink in his cheeks. I cooed at his cuteness.

Am I into this guy?

But I am a conceited flower boy.