Transferring during senior year is a critical moment for anyone, especially when the college entrance exams are drawing close enough to make their heads spin from studying— but here you are, wearing a red uniform in a sea of green, sticking out like a sore thumb in a classroom full of chatter.

No one has bothered you during the start of the lesson despite your.. untimely lateness, which you had appreciated due to how you're maybe struggling to comprehend the formulas being written on the board as of right now.

The teacher simply assumed that everyone already understood the lesson. While you, poor you, struggle to even keep up with the pace of her talking.

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It took awhile for you to get a grasp of what was going on, with everyone else asking about which class was Yoo Jaeyi attending— and suddenly, there she was, coming right into the room as if she hadn't missed a whole period.

"Teacher, apologies for my tardiness, we were just cleaning up the auditorium."

Everyone was enamoured by her, including the teachers, but you didn't understand why. She is pretty, quite charming to the boot with her speech earlier on— oh, oh no, she's walking around for a seat.

The way she walked was graceful, but her stare was unnerving. With each step of her heeled shoes, it takes her two more seconds to reach your table, making direct eye contact was your biggest mistake.

Jaeyi's lips curve up to a smile, it reaches her eyes and shows off her ethereal features— and you feel yourself growing nervous. This was the most popular person that you've encountered, and you're a transfer student.

Oh, why is she holding eye contact? Oh.

She places her hand on the shared desk, still looking at you as if you were the most interesting thing in the room. Her eyes sparkled with interest, and it made everyone look towards your direction with envy. It's like setting a target on yourself.

"Hey, you're new to Chaehwa High, right? Can I sit here?"

Why does Yoo Jaeyi want to sit next to you?