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The outfit that Joonie is wearing! ⬆

By the way! I decided to change Namjoon into an alpha; not an ordinary alpha. He'll clearly be submissive, but you'll have to read more to find out! I changed the summary to him being an alpha <3

Enjoy!

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HE stepped out of his car, eyes averting towards the massive school. His eyes darted around, watching as students (all boys) running around freely, goofing around. Some were minding their own business, walking inside the building. The boy's hands started sweating, his heart beat picking up the pace. He heard his heartbeat in his ears, pounding and giving him a headache. Yeah, he was scared as fuck.

When your parents put you in another school, because you weren't doing well in grades, since the students there were a bad influence and literally no teacher cared, it was most likely to do terrible. However, when Kim Namjoon's parents put him in the most itimidating yet prestigious school in Seoul, South Korea, he was beyond nervous. Seoul National State High School; even the name was itmidating.

Namjoon's parents drove off, after kissing his cheek and telling him to not worry– terrible advice but Namjoon didn't say that, clearly. The boy started walking towards the entrance, his stupid heart not calming down. He was gripping his backpack strap tightly, clenching his jaw harshly. Fuck, now that I think of it, some of the guys who were alphas were staring at him. He glared at them, his alpha instincts beginning to come out, growling at them. His alpha hated when people stared at him with that gaze. Full of judgement and digust.

Yes, Namjoon wasn't an ordinary alpha. Instead of being big and tough; he wears cute little skirts and soft colors. He just hates the idea of taking charge, he can't seem to do it no matter how hard he tries. This was an all alpha school, which Namjoon didn't even know fucking existed. It's stupid, really, to keep alphas all in the same room. There would be growling, people baring their teeth, Namjoon already hated the image of it.

So he shook his head and began walking towards the office.

He opened the door, peeking his head in. He saw a man; fairly old and had wrinkles in his skin, gray fading hair, and spectacles just resting on the bridge of his nose. The man looked up and gave Namjoon a smile. Well... He looked nice. The boy walked in, glad that the man wasn't giving him a judgemental stare. He was used to people giving him the same stare all the time, so he was feeling a bit more welcomed when the older man gave him a nice and warm gaze. "You must be the new student, I'm guessing? I haven't seen you around."

Namjoon nodded, remembering to be polite around elders and holding out his hand for the man to shake it. He took his hand, his smile not leaving his face. "My name is Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you, Sir."

"Please, call me Min-Jun," the man told him. "Here is your schedule Namjoon, wait here; I'll be calling down a student from the student council to escort you to your first period."

Namjoon nodded, sitting down in the chair, crossing his leg and waiting for the student to come downstairs and get him. What if the student was rude? Hopefully he's nice. I want to make some friends here, that'd be nice. One that isn't judgemental, or wouldn't care if I wore skirts. He looked down at his outfit; it was cute and Namjoon was glad he wore it. He was told to wear his own outfit for today, his uniform would be getting shipped tomorrow. He frowned, realizing he wouldn't be able to wear skirts anymore.

"Um... MinJun-ssi?" Namjoon, got up, walking over to the desk. MinJun looked up, smiling at him. "Is there any chance... That, I could possibly wear a skirt for my uniform?" Namjoon asked shyly. He was no doubt scared to ask, almost embarrased.