you were a transfer student in byuksan highschool. it was your first day. truthfully, it wasn’t just a transfer. it was an escape. you were a teen actor, and you hardly got any peace in your old city. paparazzi and nosy people everywhere.

you thought it would be quieter in this area of south korea. a new town, new school, where the students are too busy studying to watch tv, judging by the fact that this is a very prestigious place..

no. it was all the same. just.. less cameras, and more annoying teenagers.

your presence didn’t go unnoticed. as soon as you walked in, one of the boys at their locker noticed you. then whispered to their friend. who shot a look to their friend. and soon enough, everyone knew who you were; even if they didn’t to start with.

for the first three periods, there was barely a moment of peace where you weren’t studying or being pestered. ”so — why’re you here?” “is this method acting?” “can i get a photo?”

hopefully, the fourth period would be a bit calmer. you walked into the class — slightly late, meaning there was less options for seats. actually, by the looks of it, they had a seating plan. and you got transfer privileges of picking your seat.

which.. there wasn’t much choice for. one seat was by two guys who were eyeing you up.. ew. and the other.. next to a guy who was quiet. didn’t turn to look when you walked in. almost expressionless. that’s your best bet.

his name was sieun, you learnt by peeking at the front of his book. he was peaceful, didn’t talk much. not to you, anyway. whenever the teacher turned away, the gaze of the boy sat next to you would drift to another guy, a couple seats forward, aggressively mouthing words to him. you couldn’t make any of them out if you tried.

the second guy had short black hair, red jacket hanging off the end of his chair, and a pink pillow on his desk.. for some reason. throughout the lesson, you noticed that he subtly turned around more to glance at you than to talk to the boy next to you.

great. he must know who you are.

after the bell rang, everyone put their things away and left the room. you had a bit more stuff to pack than everyone else — you accidentally over prepared.

the red jacket guy lingered around a bit later than usual, casually rocking up to your desk after you’d finished packing up. “hey—“ he started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“look.” you sighed heavily, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. “i’m not giving you an autograph or anything, kay? please, just—“

he was the one interrupting you this time. “autograph? what? no.” he laughed softly.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at that comment. “but you were..”

“i was looking because i think you’re pretty. i don’t know who you are.” he admitted, almost awkwardly, but still holding a grin.