Ji Myungho, the most popular boy at MNH High, has a secret.
Due to her father's work, Y/N moves to South Korea. Having spent her life in a snowy, Central European town, the heat and the bustling beach-side metropolis is a massive change.
But that al...
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I was a pretty decent athlete.
Eventually, and with a groan, I decided to resemble a human being and walk downstairs. We weren't old-money wealthy, but we were pretty well off financially. My mum owned an online business that allowed her plenty of flexibility in terms of travel, and my dad had owned a private medical practice back home, until he was offered a research grant here in South Korea—hence our sudden move at the start of my senior year.
Honestly, I wasn't that broken up about the move. I'd had friends and things weren't that bad, though my school was a pretty rough place, and only a few suburbs up from an even rougher, isolated area. Correction, it had been my old school. It was what inspired me to take up track. I'd have to find out if MNH had a track team. Was it called track here? I'd learned the language, but there were so many other things I needed to familiarise myself with.
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"Have you spoken to Kyungmin today?" asked mum, making herself smashed avo on toast.
I rounded the island benchtop to my folder of missed orientation papers, school work and the lists of clubs and available electives.
"Mum," I almost snorted. "It's not even seven yet. You know he'll basically be a corpse until the alarm goes off a dozen times and he has ten minutes to get out the door."
Kyungmin was another reason I wasn't absolutely terrified of starting at this new school. Two years ago Kyungmin took part in a six-month international exchange program and ended up staying at our house. He was actually around nine months younger than me – due to a childhood illness I'd started school a year later than everyone else and so would be turning nineteen later in the year – though the lanky giant had only gotten taller and was often mistaken for older than eighteen.
We hadn't seen each other in person for eighteen months, though had kept in constant contact.
"He's still like that?" sighed mum. "I hope he doesn't carry that habit into his senior year. And you, Y/N, don't start picking up that boy's habits."
I nodded; the comment wasn't worth an eye roll. Mum liked Kyungmin, though she liked nagging even more. Dad was at work already, though if he was here, he was the type to hide, lest the matriarch of this house expect him to agree with her in all matters.
