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..Yeah.
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Dark eyes shifted wearily. Pure Water High seemed safe enough, but with the rumors of gang activity on the premises lately, he was still edgy about it.
Even if his father was in a...you could call it a hardcore "mob", he was still kind of screwed. Getting pummeled just wouldn't be worth it, even if anyone who touched him would get paid back double. In fact, it made him feel kind of pathetic. You know, that daddy would come and save him. Hye-Sung was 17 for Chrissake! Sure, he could stall, throw a few punches here and there, but put up against someone like Ghoon-Hahm Che...he was pretty dead. That was purely hypothetical, of course. As...how did it go. One of Ghoon-Hahm's Lackey's...was the son of the leader of the Sang-Lee Gang.
...or something.
it didn't make a difference, he was still afraid of that damn Yi Won gang, not as though he would admit it.
Oh well. As long as he didn't stir up any problems and he stayed out of everyone's way, There would be no problems this year.
Up until recently, Hye-Sung had been homeschooled...until he said something to the Sang-Lee Gang's little prissy princess. Something that would normally be regretted. After many threats, His father decided that Hye-Sung needed to go to normal school, and learn social skills.
And here he was.
If he could just keep his Sang-Lee connections under wraps, he would be a normal high school student. That was all he was asking for right now.
He was pulled from his thoughts as the morning bell rang. 5 minutes to get to his classroom.
A modified school uniform, a bag of brand new books, and designer shoes...Jung Hye-Sung was ready to take on the world. Nothing would stand in between himself and his high school career now. Roar.
He hadn't even taken two steps when he stopped abruptly, covering his eyes from a bright flash.
A camera flash..?
"Thank you, new guy!" A female voice giggled.
Hye-Sung blinked a few times, still seeing spots from the flash. "Who..?"
"AH Sorry!" The girl adjusted her hair a bit, "Yang Me, President of the Pretty Boy fanclub!" She bowed a bit, eyes shining.
"...Jung Hye-Sung, nice to meet yo-" He was cut off.
"Jung Hye-Sung!" She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and wrote that down. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"...what? No..."
Yang Me let out something between a shriek and a giggle, continuing to write down everything the boy said. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm leaving." Hye-Sung bit his thumb nail a bit, "I got to go to class, Yang Me, nice meeting you though."
"Nice meeting you too, Hye-Sung. Thanks for letting me take your picture!"
"letting" you..? ...Okay. he snorted slightly, a smile creeping onto his lips, "I'll be going then. See you late-"
Another camera flash.
"Bye, Hye-Sung!" Yang Me giggled again, cheeks slightly pink. She waved before running off to class.
That was odd. Oh well. Every school had one boy-crazy fangirl type. He didn't expect to run into too many more.
The second warning bell rang, and he broke into a run for class. There was no way that he could afford to be late on his first day.