The Flower Boy

“So that’s the Soccer players, the ones looking at joining teams later on,” he points the the field furthest away from the main school building where we’re standing, “I’m with them I guess.”
“You consider yourself part of a stereotype?” I say looking up slightly at him, since he’s taller than me. After he showed me around most of the school, I started to actually trust him. Seungcheol was his name. His face reminded me of my brother’s...
“Why? Should I not?” He said smiling at me.
“You can, it just… limits expectations… abilities… who said you wanted to be there anyway” I say looking off to the field in the distance, smiling slightly. Silence starts and I look back to him for a response, to see his staring at me, no longer smiling. His eyes sparkling again at me, I nearly get transfixed by them, but I pull away after a few moments.
“Umm… so lets go to the last part of school, which includes Bangtan,” he said slightly annoyed at the Bangtan part.

We walk off heading indoors again, and we come to a room that looking kind of like a lounge for the students to sit and do what they want.
“Woah…” I say in amazement of the room size, it is huge… one side of the room is fully glass shining the sun into the room hitting everything softly.
“That’s Bangtan over there.” Seungcheol says pointing the group of people surrounding a table in the centre of the room. A ring of girls around the outside all giggling and whispering, so that’s all I can see.
“Bangtan?” I question Seungcheol as I walk over to a table to sit down at. I sit down relieving my feet of their weight.
“It’s basically a group of popular, “good-looking boys",” Seungcheol sits down next to me on my right.
“Oh then I don’t need to know who they are,” I say honestly, opening my bag open in my lap. I hear Seungcheol chuckle slightly.
“Then you’re a first.”
“What? You’re saying EVERY girl goes crazy for them?” I find my bottle of water and uncap it.
“Pretty much,” he says almost sadly, resting his forearms on the table. I look at his while taking a sip, confirming his slight sadness. I laugh a little at how ridiculous it is. I hear screams from the crowded table, and look towards it to see a couple of boys leaving the table, followed my a group of girls at their tails, swooning over them. After they’ve left the recreation room and the noise has died down I look back at the table to see a few guys still sitting there.
“So this must be them,” I say placing my bottle on the table looking at them. Two of the boys talk to one another, while the other is just looking around the room. I study them slowly, looking at each one, trying to find what makes them so apparently irresistible. As I look at them, I realise the boy gazing around the room is Seokjin, the boy who’d cut my introduction short.
“Him?” I whisper to myself. I should of guessed he would be part of this weird group based of looks. He finds my eyes suddenly, as I had been looking at him longer than I thought I was. I sit up straight, clearing my throat and taking another sip of water. When I close my lid of the bottle I look back to see his eyes still locked on me, and his head sat in his hands. I furrow my eyebrows again, confused as I was when I first saw him. His actions were… weird. I cross my arms and look him up and down, as if to ask why he was staring at me.
“Pretty,” he mouths silently at me, smiling stupidly. My face screws itself up in disgust, that’s his reason? He might as well be have been telling I wasn’t wearing makeup, because it made suddenly self-concious over my bare face. His friend grabbing his attention and bringing him into their conversation. Just as well, because I didn’t want his staring at me all lunch.
“Already tired of them?” Seungcheol says noticing my scrunched up face and crossed arms.
“That one especially.” I say gesturing my head to Seokjin.
“Seokjin?”
“Yeah…”
“Good.”
“Huh? Why’s that good?”
“If you were like every other girl, your heart would be broken by him, a lot. He’s had heaps of girlfriends, but never long term ones. Whenever girls ask him out, they get rejected. All girls to him are toys to play with.”
I stare at Seokjin while Seungcheol gives me a description of his personality. Somehow I see Seokjin in his room, alone. In contrary to Seungcheol’s describing, he has no friends.
Everyone has layers, some with depth, some without. Which does he have?

After the tour, I came to the conclusion that Yonghwa was almost full of students that had already placed themselves in their own group of stereotypes and personalities. Almost making their mind up about who they had to be and how they had to act. I almost felt bad for the school, if it weren’t for the fact that they made up that stupid thing themselves. You wanna put yourself in a mould? Fine. It’s not me in your position. Seungcheol stood out a little though, acting differently from his fellow soccer mates. Whenever he was around them he acted quiet, like he didn’t want to be there. He seemed like the only really unpredictable person, which I liked. Now that I was here though, this school had better get ready for me. I’m not going to be shoved in a mould thank you very much. And no, I don’t want to wear make up. I’m sure i’ll grab attention by being… myself. At least I was going to be noticed at school. I never was at home.

Notes

Sorry it's so late coming! School started for me and i've been trying to settle in to all my classes and my busy schedule.
None the less, another chapter for y'all to enjoy! I've decided to keep going with this one as i've found myself a little attached to Seokjin