Beomgyu POV:
It's been a week passed by at 11C. Nothing's new. I had trouble making friends, since my classmates think I'm a weirdo and quiet. Come on! It's not like I want to SOCIALIZE of something. Gosh, all eyes are on me now. What do I do? About Yeonjun, he keeps on observing me, I don't even know why. Sometimes he smirked at me, pick on me a little bit, play jokes. He's always being sarcastic but I ignored him for a bit. At this point, I don't even know if I want to be friends with him, my insecure self couldn't try to talk to anyone now.
" Why is that Yeonjun guy teasing me at the first day? Can't he see it's just my first day. Tsk, so annoying. " Beomgyu mumbled.
Choi Yeonjun, that tall guy, he gives me bad boy vibes, so as I thought. He's different from other people. My first impression about him was his pink haired, didn't the school rules tell us not to dyed our hair? Why's he breaking the rules? He's so tall and perfect, in every way. However, his skin was covered in scars and full of bandages. I wonder why. There's rumours about him dating multiples and make out with boys but I don't think that's true.
Next, about his relationships. Yeonjun has alot of friends, he's very popular in this Hanlim school. I'm jealous of his outgoing personality, he can talk and socializes with everyone so well. Damn. I'm really such a quiet bookworm. Everyone knew him very well. His scores are always at the top list of the board, he beats everyone else easily. He's on another level at sports, he's a truly baller*. His skills are extraodinary, his swift movements leave me stunned. He played basketball too well.
Especially, I admired his fashion taste too. Not gonna lie, Yeonjun got a great fashion taste when he hangouts with his friends, Taehyun , Soobin and Kai. He always wear a beret or styled his hair when he goes out. He looks good with glasses too, I'm just not gonna admit it.
Choi Yeonjun is an icon.
Wait wait wait...
Why am I observing him?? I must be out of my mind, I should focus on studying about arts and music instead.
. . .
" What's your name? " Someone whispers to my ear softly.