The toughest guy in school, Jung-Woo walked into the class of Pure Water High with his nose held high and his hands shoved into his pockets. He had the best badass look that anyone could possibly make. All the boys in the classroom nearly gasped at the sight of him.
"It's him…" one of the boys whispered.
"It's Jung-Woo!" another one of them shouted. It was clear that everyone was excited to see him.
"Jung-Woo, sir? Is there anybody that you want me to beat up?" one of the biggest and baddest delinquent the school had ever seen, Ga-Woon shouted as he ran up to him. He got down on all fours and bowed to him. It was just like playing servant and master.
"No, you poor pathetic soul. I'm good for today." Jung-Woo said simply. He patted the bent boy on the head then walked over to his desk where he took his seat.
"He touched me!" the delinquent cried. It almost brought tears to his eyes. He held his hand close to his chest and even kissed it once. "I will never wash this hand again."
"So, Jung…" the school model, Kun began. He stood in front of the boy's desk as if waiting for him. "Would you like to-GET UP JUNG!" his voice took an unexpected change. It went from a manly one to a woman's.
"Huh?" the not so hard core typical teenage boy with a reputation as a one-man army asked as his eyes flickered opened. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he pushed the large and white comforter away from his body. Jung-Woo had just woken up from a dream he wished he had lived in. He looked over at his clock and noticed the time. 8:20 A.M. He was going to be late even if he ran or took a bus. He sighed deeply as he arose from his bed and slipped into the school uniform. He hated it more than life itself. It was itchy, ugly, and came with a tie. Maybe it was just his complaining. He grabbed his school bag and headed out the door. He walked down the busy morning streets yawning wildly. He would probably take a nap or something at school. As he arrived in front of the large school building, he heard the first period tardy bell ring.
"Have you heard?" one of the boys whispered to his friend standing next to him. "Kun Kang is having a photo shoot today here! At our school!"
"No way!" the boy's friend shouted. He let in a surprised gasp once he heard this. Not only was Kun adored by the ladies, but to the men as well. His pretty looks served him not only in the modeling career, but the popularity contest at school.
Oh great… Jung said in the back of his mind as he entered the open class. He heard the word outside and wasn't too pleased with it. Pansy boy is going to come here to take pictures… regardless to his mind's words, he had an idea. What a perfect day to ruin a pretty picture.
"What are you grinnin' at?" Ga-Woon asked. The tall and ebony hared boy laughed. He popped the back of the boy's head with his large and almost iron fists. "I'm watchin' you. I'm not gonna let you screw this up."
"Yeah, whatever." Jung rubbed the back of his head and walked over to his seat. "You do what you have to."
"Trust me. I'll do more than what I have to."
"You're going to be more than an ass? Are you going to be ape shit then?" he laughed. Most of the people laughed along with him while others just glared at him in disgust. He was the comedian of the class and not proud of it. Not only was he that, he was the trouble starter as well.
"You wanna say that in my face?" Ga-Woon asked with a growl. "Or would you prefer to talk to my fists? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to have a word or two with you."
"Settle down!" the teacher shouted. He brought his metallic pointer down hard on the desk and it made a loud THWAP! Everyone except the two toughest boys in the class jumped. "Now, class, Kun has decided to take a photo in our class. I want all of you to behave appropriately and not act retarded for once." The professor was mainly pointing his subject out to Ga-Woon and Jung-Woo. Everyone got into their seats and he waved to the door to signal that it was okay for the photographers outside to come in and set up. It took them ten minutes and finally, the star came in. Kun was wearing a playboyish outfit that made a few boys laugh. It was a red school uniform with a black button up shirt underneath it. The shirt was unbuttoned all the way and wrinkled up while the uniform jacket hung loose and open. His red pants were tight on him and showed every bit of muscle in his legs. In the picture, they made him wear a pair of jazzed up school glasses. He held a book down to his mid chest. His free hand was brought up to his hair as if he was going to push it back.
"Tilt you head to the side a bit…" the photographer ordered and that's just what Kun did. The model gave a sly and sexy grin to the camera as he did so. His eyes narrowed just slightly. "Perfect!" he cried happily. Just before he could make the shot, Jung stumbled into the picture. He tripped over and fell right on top of the famous Kun.
"Arg!" Jung shouted. He blushed darkly when he saw who was underneath him. But, he quickly got over his blush and turned around to look at the mass of students. "All right, who did that?"
Of course, the answer was given away once he saw Ga-Woon laughing in the middle of the crowd. He was trying to cover it with his hands but it was a little obvious.
"Why, you…" Jung hissed.
"Wait! Hold that pose!" the photographer demanded. He quickly ran to his camera to ready the picture and get it to perfection.
"What…?" the embarrassed out of his mind Jung asked. His head tilted over to face the camera and show off his flushed cheeks.
"Smile, Jung-chan." Kun said sweetly. Buried beneath all that sweetness, there was a hint of tease. His fingertips reached up to stroke Jung's cheek. It made the embarrassed boy look down at the model beneath him. Kun! The famous model of Flower Star Magazine was pinned beneath him. With one bright flash from the camera, the picture of the two boys was taken.
"Beautiful…" the person taking the picture whispered. He couldn't wait to see the pictures developed.
"What's your name, boy?" Kun's manager asked. He was an old man who looked rich and powerful by the clothes he was wearing and the rings on his fingers.
"Uh…" he started. His tongue felt huge in his mouth and kept him from speaking. He tried to swallow it many times but failed. It was a good thing that Kun was there to help him out.
"His name is Jung-Woo." Kun said with a smile. He sat up and made the boy on top of him sit up as well. Now, Jung sat upon Kun's lap. The one-man army's pride told him to get up and walk away. But something told him to sit there and that's just what he did.
"Jung-Woo, huh? Then you're hired. You're going to be Kun's partner."
"What?"