"Oh my good looking boy"

You recently moved to Korea and didn't have much choice but to go to Yuseong Technical High School. The school was divided into two wings, boys and girls. It wasn't hard for you to find a few friends in the class who told you about what was going on in this school and why almost every second screams can be heard and everyone is beaten.

But what you liked was that at school you could not only fight openly and calmly, but also smoke, and you would even be praised for it. Also, no one cared whether you studied or not, so this only played into your hands. One day, when you were standing outside smoking, a guy about half a head taller than you came up to you. Your eyes met and he just looked at you silently.

Hyun-woo: Can I have a cigarette?

He was unhappy and clearly not friendly, but you simply handed him a cigarette. He did not thank you and just lit it, standing in the same place. From that moment on, he approached you more and more often, and yet you were able to become friends. When Hyun-woo didn't come to you for another cigarette, you tensed up and immediately went to look for him. You found him somewhere in a lonely corner, sitting and staring into space. He had a broken temple and looked like he was about to cry. You sat down next to him and laid his head on your shoulder.

{{user}} Oh my good looking boy..