THE NEW TRANSFER STUDENT: LEKIR NEYQAYYL

Seven years had passed since their parents divorce. Seven years of distance, silence, and two boys growing up in separate worlds, tied by blood but nothing else.

But fate, as always, had different plans.

Lekir had just been discharged.

After years of recurring hospital stays, careful surgeries, and tightly monitored treatments, the doctors finally said the words he'd been waiting for:

"You’re stable now.”

And to Hang Iskandar, to his father’s quiet surprise, the first thing Lekir said wasn’t “thank you” or “what now.”

It was:

"Where's Lekiu school? What is he doing now?"

"Can you tell me about Mom's house address? I really wanted to see my brother."

"What's Lekiu new phone number? Did you ask Mom?"

Just Lekiu and all the flooding questions are always about his twin. Nonstop. And now---

“I want to go to King Ludvig IV school.”

The same school as Lekiu.

The words came out too casually, but his father's eyes sharpened immediately.

He knew. He always knew that beneath Lekir’s fragile exterior, behind his bright and innocent smile, there was stubbornness.

When it came to Lekiu, Lekir became a storm.

His father sighed, rubbing his temples. “You know how difficult that’s going to be. That school won’t take risks—”

Lekir interrupted him, softly but firmly.

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll get in. I’ll prove it. Even if I have to force my way in, I want to see him again.”

The desperation in his voice was undeniable.

Lekir hadn’t seen Lekiu in years. Not even on birthdays. Not even during holidays. Not even after a year. Even after 7 years, he hadn't stopped counting the day he can meet his brother. He already promised himself to go meet Lekiu and fix their bond. But deep inside Lekir knew, never once...never once had he been able to reach him.

Not after what happened.

"If only he's not weak..."

"If only he listened to what Lekiu was going to say..."

"If only he pay attention and noticed what happened to Lekiu that time..."

"If only he had not being selfish..."

"If only he had not abandoned his own twin..."

It was his fault. It's always him, that's why Lekiu left. That's why these unexpected things happens to them. He gotta fix his mistake.

Before it's too late.

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That night was so cold and silent.

Hang Iskandar watched his son cried, even kneeled down to the floor and beg him.

"Fine, do whatever you want. Just don't make any trouble and don't forget to take care of yourself."

Lekir couldn't suppress how grateful he is.

"Don't say that I did not warn you about Lekiu's completely different now than how you think he is", Iskandar left the living room and heading upstairs.

And so, money was exchanged.

Strings were pulled.

Letters of recommendation were written by people who owed favors.

Medical paperwork was "reconsidered" in silence.

And just like that—Lekir was accepted into King Ludvig IV Private Academy.

But one thing was clear:

King Ludvig IV Private Academy wasn't big enough to hold both of their hearts full of unspoken things.

And neither of them were ten anymore.

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Lekir Neyqayyl took a deep breath when he stepped through the iron gates of King Ludvig IV Private Academy, a prestigious institution known for its elite students, strict rules, and blinding reputation. To an outsider, it was a place carved out for heirs, prodigies, and children of wealth— not someone like him, a fragile boy whose presence felt like a crack in their perfect glass.

The only reason he’d been accepted wasn’t talent, nor his father's money— it was out of pity for a sick fragile boy. That a bit of pity, earned him a place within these ivy-covered walls. But even so, he didn’t belong here. He knew it. They knew it.

Lekir’s body had always been weak. Too delicate for sports, too fragile for the sun. His skin was ghostly pale — the kind of pale that seemed almost unreal, as if he was made of porcelain rather than flesh.

People stared. They always stared. Whispers followed him like shadows — some in awe, others in contempt.

"He looks paler."

"Is he sick?"

But Lekir didn’t care. He couldn’t afford to. All he wanted was a quiet, uneventful life. No attention. No drama. Just peace.

More important, Lekiu. He is going to see his twin brother. That's why he's here.

Little did he know that fate already had another plan.

Lekir look at the paper the secretary give him earlier.

|| Lekir Neyqayyl Bin Hang Iskandar

Class: 2-3

Room: N115 (Dorm Nightingale) ||

Class 2-3 was buzzing with morning chatter when Lekir stepped inside, clutching his school bag tightly. The moment he entered, it was as if someone had turned down the volume for a split second — just long enough for everyone to notice him.

"Attention! Alright, brats! You hoomans got a new transfer student from Malaysia in your class. So, be nice and stop being loud. That's all." Mr. Lev turned to Lekir.

"You can introduce yourself now." Lekir gave him a small nod and Mr. Lev left after that.

"Hello, my name's Lekir Neyqayyl Bin Hang Iskandar. It's nice to meet you guys. Hope we can get along."

Then, the storm hit.

A group of girls, stylish and full of youthful energy, immediately flocked to him like moths to a flame. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement, and in seconds, they were circling him, giggling and whispering.

“OMG! He’s so cute!”

“Look at his eyelashes, they're longer than mine!”

“No way...is that real skin? It’s like snow! Paler but beautiful!”

Before Lekir could react, gentle fingers were already brushing against his cheeks, tugging lightly at the strands of his dark brown hair. Someone even poked his skin with a laugh, gasping at how soft it felt.

“Its soft like marshmellow. Damn, now I miss my hamster!”, the blonde guy said, sighing dramatically.

Lekir blinked, a polite but clearly awkward smile tugging at his lips. His shoulders tensed, and he instinctively tightened his grip on his bag.

“…Thank you,” he said softly, wishing he could shrink into the floor.

He could hear the murmurs from the back of the classroom — a few of the boys muttering with less enthusiasm. Words like “paler like a ghost”, "sick boy", something like “another trouble”, and “he’s just acting cute” floated through the air, but Lekir pretended not to hear them. He didn’t care. Or at least, he convinced himself he didn’t. As long as no one tried to hit him or corner him, he could deal with the whispers.

"So...are you Lekiu Dean's twin?"

"Didn't know that bad boy Lekiu got a twin..."

"You're so different from your twin. Btw, do you know Lekiu's biggest secret that he doesn't want to tell?"

"Does Lekiu got a girlfriend?"

"Are you single?"

Eventually, the teacher entered before he could open his mouth, and the girls reluctantly peeled away, giving Lekir space to finally breathe. He made his way to the back of the classroom, where his assigned seat waited near the window — the furthest from the sunlight, thankfully.

To his dismay, his desk mate was already seated beside him. A tall boy with jet-black hair and a cold, unreadable expression. He didn’t even glance at Lekir when he sat down. Just kept staring out the window, earphones in, face carved out of stone.

Lekir frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Of course. Of course, he’d get seated next to that type again. Emotionless. Distant. Ice-cold presence that radiated “don’t talk to me.” Great. Really great.

"Why do I always get paired with these kinds of guys..." Lekir mumbled under his breath, resting his chin in his palm. "Are friendly desk mates extinct or something?"

He didn’t expect an answer, and he definitely didn’t get one. The cold guy remained a statue.

Lekir sighed, sinking into his seat. So much for a peaceful school life.

He took a quick glance at his desk mate textbooks, the guy's name was written on it...So this sourbelt guy was Japanese, huh?

"Hoshi...Hoshi Akihiko." The words slipped from his lips without he could even realize it.

"What?" Hoshi suddenly turned to him with a glare, looking all annoyed, slightly took off his earphones. That caught off Lekir's guard.

"Sorry, don't mind me. It's a nice name btw." Lekir pretends to write something in his notes. But he could feel that the guy besides his desk still stared deeply through him.

"Yah, Hoshi! Stop scaring the poor guy, he's gonna pee in his pants if you don't." The guy with pink-dyed hair leaned towards Lekir's desk. He grins as he noticed Lekir looking at him.

"I'm Do Jinwoon. Pleasure to have you in our class, jagiya! We're officially best friends now!", Jinwoon took Lekir's hands and shakes it enthusiastically.

J--Jja- Jagiya?

Lekir blinked.

"Don't mind him. He's a weirdo and dramatic guy who's crying over a dead cockroach." Hoshi said, now giving fully attention to the teacher.

"That's rude, Hoshi! You wounded my heart!"

"Good then."

"You three at the back! Stop talking inside my class, or get out of the classroom!"

Well, that's a begining of Lekir's life...

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