Chapter One: Nam Yungsoo

Chapter One:

Nam Yungsoo

“Hey, Yungsoo,” Pil-do said as he nudged me forward in my desk.

“What now?” I asked, my voice sounding annoyed, yet still hushed. He then slowly strode around my desk so he could stand right in front of me.

“You don’t happen to have ₩20,000 laying around anywhere?” he asked in a pleading tone. He gazed at me with pitiful eyes, as if expecting me to give him a ₩20,000 note. The sweet smile on his face then switches to an agitated frown and he slams his hand against my desk.

“Hey!” he shouted. “You *yourself* promised to give me 20,000. Where is it?” Yet I don’t answer. I hang my head low as I fiddle with a well worn-out pencil. I was avoiding his eye contact. I couldn’t bare looking at his face. I bit the gum inside my mouth until I tasted blood; that strong taste of salt and metal that’d linger in your tongue.

“Are you ignoring me now?” he asked, his voice intimidating. “I already gave you a day to get me just *₩20,000*. How the *fūck* do you not have 20,000 on you?” His eyes were piercing right through my soul, and I could tell he was getting mad. He then nudged me on my shoulder. “huh? How do you not have 20,000 on you?” he asked again. Finally, I look back up at him.

“Well, why do you *expect* me to have 20,000?” I ask. He then scoffs and cuts our eye contact for a while. He then looks back at me.

“Because you promised that you would get me 20,000. Remember?” he asked. I gaze into his eyes with an expressionless look, almost unreadable.

“Okay, but who said I was your servant?” I ask, my voice dull and cold.

“Yeah, who said you were my servant?” Pil-do asked in return. Again, he looked me straight in the eyes as though he were trying to be intimidating. “Look, I never said that you were my servant. You just give me money. That’s it.”

“Well why do you need me to give you money?” I asked in disbelief. “You’re clearly richer than me! Can’t you bring your own?” I then stand up out of anger and slam my hands against my table. “I am not gonna stay here having some stupid argument with you.” I was about to go for the front door of our classroom, until I feel Pil-do’s hand against my shoulder. He grasped it so hard that it felt as though there would be a mark from it.

He yanks me forward and turns me around, still grasping my shoulder. “I already told you this twice, and I don’t want to say it again,” he said in a much calmer tone than how he used to speak. “but give me that ₩20,000. I know you have it somewhere.” Yet I still refuse. My expression was empty and unreadable, and I didn’t even think about talking. He then grabs me by my collar out if anger and pulls me close to him.

“C’mon, I know you have it,” he said with an agitated smile on his face.

Yet I still don’t say anything while I stare blankly at his face. The pressure my collar made against my neck hurt so much, yet I had to act strong. I didn’t want people thinking that I would be some weakling. He then looks over to the hallway window and watched as the teacher walked closer and closer to the room. He immediately lets go of me and stares right into my eyes as though he would’ve killed me straight away.

“You were lucky, Yungsoo,” he muttered as he walked back to his seat.

Which also meant that I had to go to my seat. Immediately, I ran back to my desk and sat myself down, just as though absolutely nothing had happened. I then drop my head onto the table and hide my face with my arms. And just then, the homeroom teacher, Mr. Choi, had walked in, the soles of his shoes tapping gently onto the wooden floor.

“Alright guys, settle down,” he said to the class as he arranged some papers into a neat pile. “We have a new student with us today. So please be nice to him, and don’t bully him.”

“Hello, my name is Jang Hyeong Joon,” he said as he bowed deeply. Just right when he reached the first syllable, I finally raised my head back up to see what he looked like…and *fūck*, he was handsome. Charming, in fact.

The way that the sunlight shone against his side made a yellowish orange hue against his skin, and his hair was parted right in the middle, yet he still had a few of his bangs out. His voice was deep, yet it still sounded friendly and sweet. And lastly…his smile. His smile was so bright and welcoming…it made me feel as though I was never going through this shit at school. He was just absolutely beautiful.

“Alright, thank you for that, Hyeong Joon,” Mr. Choi said. “You may go to the seat right over there, right beside…Yungsoo, was it?”

“Ah, yes…” I muttered.

“Right, sorry Yungsoo,” the teacher apologized. “It’s been a while since I’ve taught you guys, since the winter break and everything. Anyways, Hyeong Joon, you may go sit right next to Yungsoo over there.”

Right before Mr. Choi even pointed to the empty seat next to me, I could already feel as though my heart was racing. Hyeong Joon…I thought. He’ll be sitting next to me. I just couldn’t believe it. The høt new kid sitting next to some loner like me? Impossible. I thought. This must be a dream. It *has* to be.

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