The Flower Boy

Here I am, standing at the gate of YongHwa school. I sigh as I look towards it’s main building. Presuming that’s where the reception is, I walk slowly towards it looking at the girls and boys walking to class. One girl whispers to her friend while looking at me. They both giggle and run away ahead of me. I sigh at them knowing that won’t be the first of the many judgeful looks i’ll get today.

“Name?”
“Kim Wonah.”
“Where’s your parent or guardian?” I pause when I hear this, leaning over the counter at the receptionist. A middle-aged women with sharp-edged glasses sitting on the tip of her nose.
“At work…” I honest reply leaning off the counter, crossing my arms.
“They couldn’t come today?” She says raising her eyes to look at me over her glasses.
“No…” I bluntly say. I mean if you’re gonna ask a silly question, you’re gonna get a obvious answer.
“Okay, well here’s your timetable, and a school map,” she says with a sigh handing pieces of paper over the counter top to me. I bow before leaving.

Is this even the right corridor? The printer they printed this out of made the school look like a labyrinth. That or i’m terrible with directions. As I constantly switch my eyes to the corridor in front of me, I hear voices from around the corner i’m heading towards. Could this be the teacher? I decide to be bold and step around the corner confidently (contrary to my actual feelings). I bow immediately to the teacher, but as I stand up, I realise it was two students a little down the corridor. I sigh touching my racing heart, being thankful they didn’t notice. Actually, they haven’t even noticed me at all...
“Seokjin-ah… I wanted you to know that i’ve had a crush on you ever since I first saw you,” the girl confessed with a desperate tone, and I gaged as I heard this. I crossed my arms, and leaned against the wall, looking upon the situation i’ve stumbled upon. The boy blinked slowly at her, smiling flirtatiously, with no sign of surprise.
“Hara-ah, you know I can’t date anyone right now,” he almost whispered to her, holding on to one of her shoulders, making her melt under his touch. Only making me nearly gag once again. This… is making me cringe… I hate it.
“But- I just thought I-,” she utters out before he lets go of her shoulder and crosses his arms… still smiling.
“There’s nothing I can do, it would be one-sided. I can’t be interested in you, let alone love you.” He said in a mono tone, not smiling anymore.
Before I knew it she was down the corridor in tears and the boy was on his phone, unchanged by the situation. I started to walk again, moving closer to him. All I can do is stare at him in a weird curiosity. As I get to the door, we’re on opposite sides of the corridor to each other. I look into the classroom’s window getting a glimpse of the situation i’m about to enter. My heart beat rises and all I can do now is suppress it. “Fake it till you make it,” my father would say to me, in the odd moments we were together. I breathe in and out slowly, now realising the boy across the corridor is staring at me. I look him up and down, trying to intimidate him but all he does is smirk cheekily back. “Don’t worry about what I said to her,” he said tucking his phone away so his full attention was now on me.
“Huh?” I furrow my eyebrows together. What is he trying to do right now?
“That hasn’t been the first confession trust me, I know what i’m doing,” he says trying to reassure me of… my worries??? Suddenly he winks at me, immediately my reaction was that I scrunched my face a little in disgust. Who does he think I am? More so, who does he think HE is? Is this guy a player?!
“So… what does that have to do with me?” I say crossing my arms, looking him up and down again. His smile is swept off his face and is replaced with confusion.
Behind me the door to the classroom is opened, “Wonah, come on in,” the female teacher says to me, smiling. I turn around and immediately bow before nodding. The first thing I notice about her is her smile because of how big it is, coming across her face almost entirely. “You better come in too Seokjin,” she says unimpressed looking behind at the boy. I look back briefly at him to see he’s still looking at me confused. I breath in and out, once slowly. I lift my head up high and walk into the classroom and right up to the teacher’s stand. I turn to face my future classmates from now on. Their straight faces making me feel slightly nervous.
“Go on and introduce yourself Wonah,” the teacher says softly to me. Without hesitation I speak immediately.
“I’m Kim Wonah. I’m half Korean and half English-,” I begin confidently before the boy from before decides to make his entrance in the middle of my sentence. He didn’t make loud noises, all he did was walk in, but it was so noticable. All the girls turned their heads to him, either fixing their hair, or giggling at the sight of him. I sigh in defeat as I had lost everyone attention, looking around the desks everyones eyes were on their desk or at him, except the boy in the corner of the room. His eyes were fixed on me as his head sat on his hand. I stared at him… and he stared at me. Being confused I was glad the teacher had brought the classroom’s attention to her.
“Okay guys get your books out, Wonah you can sit up the back next to Seungcheol,” she gestured her hand towards the boy who had been staring at me. Hearing his name he looked up at me and smiled softly. My heart jumped a little unexpectedly. I nodded at her before walking down an aisle of the desks. It seemed like a “normal” classroom. “normal” cliques and stereotypes. No ones attention was on me thankfully. All the girls still head over heels looking at Seokjin like he was a prince or something actually exciting. I mean he looked pretty normal to me. As I got to my seat and sat down, the boy next to me was already focussing on the class.
Just as expected no one cared about my entrance as a new student, which I was more than happy about. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I wondered if phones were allowed out during class. Thinking it might actually be my Dad, I quickly opened it up, typing my password into it.
WONWOO: Noona, how is school?
I sigh, slightly disappointed it wasn’t my Dad, even though the expectations weren’t high. I start replying to him…
WONAH: Are you even focussing on class right now? I might get in trouble because of you. School is fine. Tell me when you get out at the end of the day and on the bus.
“I would be careful.” Startled by the voice I look jump a little looking toward the voice. It was the ‘staring’ boy, but up close he looks much more friendlier. His eyes are one eye lidded like some Koreans have, but his eyes shine brightly out of them as if his eyes were really big. His hair jet black and swooped in front of his forehead.
“Careful with what?” I asked quietly.
“Your phone,” he said looking back at his books jotting down some words, ”texting your boyfriend in class isn’t really allowed.” My boyfriend?
“Who said anything about me having a boyfriend?” I said sitting back in my chair with my phone tucked back in my pocket.
“So you’re single,” he said turning his head back to me, looking me deep in the eyes, making me feel slightly vulnerable. Why does he want to know that? Is he a player too?! He starts laughing a little, seeing my reaction of confusion. He’s making me look like an idiot just because I don’t have a boyfriend. I try answering but all that comes out is stuttering noises. “It’s okay, i’m just messing with you.”
“Does ‘messing with me’ have to involve my relationship status…” I say coldly.
“I’ll show you the school if you want.”
“Don’t you have your own friends to ‘hang’ with?” I say assuming, he’s just playing with me.
“Yeah but, i’m pretty kind, so i’ll help you instead.” He says revealing his teeth again making my heart beat a little faster.
Who is this guy?

Notes

YAY! Characters introduced!
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