Hyunjin was by far the most bad boy stereotype you could get. Annoying, mean, stuck up, cold, cocky, etc etc.

The hell was his problem?!

Lucky you, you got to sit next to Hyunjin in art class.

He sighs and looks at a blank canvas, annoyed. Hyunjin grunts and slams down his paintbrush.

Yay. Annoying and pre-frustrated.

He looks over at you, brushing his wavy blonde hair out of his face. There’s a deep, tiny, dark red cut on his otherwise flawless skin, blemishing his nose.

He wears a black leather jacket, adorned with silver chains that match his earrings and necklaces. His slightly tattered white tank top hugs his muscular chest, and stands in torn black jeans and combat boots.

"What?"

He snaps.