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yeosang didn't like first days.
no scratch that, he despised them.
everything about the aspects of new schools intimidated the pink-haired boy. the size of the building, the layout of the school, all of the new faces, the groups of friends, the levels of social hierarchy-- those kinds of things.
so attending a school full of rich and snobby teenagers wasn't something he was too ecstatic about.
although, it wasn't all that bad. after all, yeosang was going to the school of his dreams.
bijeon institute of fine arts; the school of chivalry, talent, respect--and of course, money.
the pink-haired boy had been trying to get into this academy for years- practically begging his mom to let him transfer. and to his surprise, she finally agreed.
so maybe transferring to this school wasn't the absolute worst.
DING!
yeosang pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"mom💕: Sangie did you get there okay?"
the pink-haired boy chuckled to himself.
you: yes, mom. i'm standing at the entrance now.
yeosang looked up, immediately recognizing the anxious pit settling into his stomach.
he had researched bijeon thousands of times online-- and has seen the building at least 50 times, but seeing the school in real life made the pink-haired boy's anxiety skyrocket.
the school was pristine, white matte walls and marble pillars surrounding the front. the huge glass doors at the entrance of the school hung open, their golden handles glistening in the morning sunlight. the school gates were made of polished gold, the pathway to the entrance being engulfed by cherry blossom petals. girls and boys walked in groups, eagerly chatting and laughing amongst themselves.
it was beautiful.
gripping the straps of his bookbag, yeosang looked back down at his phone.
you: i'm going inside now mom, i don't wanna be late for homeroom. i'll see you at 4. ❤️
"mom💕: Love you too, Sangie. Have a good day, sweetheart!"
he smiled to himself once again, sliding his phone into his pants pocket. he took in the school once more, a determined look settling in his gaze.
"you can do this, yeosang."
and with those little words of encouragement, the pink-haired boy stride towards the entrance of the school.
little did he know, the chaos that was about to unfold.
