" We have a new student today " Mr park, the homeroom teacher announced, clapping his hands loudly to catch the class's attention and gesturing for y/n to enter the classroom. she nervously stepped in, fiddling with her bag strap.
" hi I'm y/n. I just moved here from Canada " she introduced before her teacher told her to take the empty seat beside seunghun.
he smiled at her, whispering " there's another Canadian in this school "
timeskip " what do you have after lunch? " Subin questioned, chewing on his burger.
" English and history after that " she finished her last bit of drink, " we don't have any of those " subin said apologetically as seunghun messed up her hair.
it had become a habit for him since he met y/n, sometimes he would mess it up a lot but sometimes he would just lightly caress her head and maybe tuck a piece of hair behind her ear for her. depending on his mood.
the two friends walked y/n to her English class and told her the directions to the history classroom, they also exchanged numbers so they would be able to talk more online.
" bye y/nnie~ " subin smiled, poking her cheek and seunghun patted her head slightly. " bye tiny miss Canada. "
in English class, y/n pov English class was pretty fun, yet boring at the same time. the teacher seemed nice and chill but English in general, was just boring sometimes.
it was kind of cool how the students were of all levels, most of the students were from overseas and the class would sometimes argue over random things in broken English that was mixed with Korean.
I have finally realised who seunghun was talking about back in homeroom, the other Canadian guy. Mark. He had messy black hair, thin eyebrows, thin lips and round eyes. he also wore round glasses and a hoodie which made him look boyfriend material.
his desk was across the classroom but I could still hear him laughing and talking in his slightly low voice that made him sound like he just woke up.
I found it hard to believe that he Canadian as he looked Korean and soon realised that he was actually quite well known for being the ' happy kid. '
English class ended after an hour and forty-five minutes later and uncertainly made my way towards the history room and stepped inside, feeling the eyes on me as I greeted the teacher and introduced myself as the new student.
I settled down into the only empty seat at the table of guys and a girl ( you sit in groups ) and noticed some students from my English class.
I accidentally made eye contact with a guy whom I recognise as Vernon, the slightly intimidating yet very good looking american guy who sits across me. he smiled slightly at me before facing the teacher again.
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