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“yah, kim sunwoo.” choi chanhee says, nudging his friend. the boy hummed in reply before looking up from his device, eyes glued on the person chanhee was pointing at. a pretty looking boy with a bright smile and twinkling eyes.
“oh? new students?” sunwoo asks, placing his phone in his pocket as he leans on the hood of juyeon’s blue jaguar f-type coupe. “i think so. they look like…” younghoon trails off quietly.
“commoners.” chanhee, sunwoo and hyunjoon say at the same time, younghoon’s eyes widening at their boldness. “you don’t just say that out loud! don’t you have any manners?” kevin reprimands, slapping hyunjoon’s arm lightly.
the black-haired boy merely rolled his eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest. “hyung-” at the sight of kevin’s withering glare, hyunjoon’s abrasive words died in his throat.
“why don’t we try befriending them?” juyeon asks innocently, eyeing the honey blonde that sat in the middle of the courtyard.
“juyeon, honey, your gay is showing.” chanhee says with distaste as he looks at his cuticle bed. “i need a manicure.”
the blue haired boy pouted. “you never know. commoners are usually smart given their need to climb higher up the social hierarchy. jacob hyung is a prime example!”
“god! they’re students like us, guys. just because we’re richer than average, doesn’t make them commoners and don’t drag jacob into this.” kevin says in exasperation.
“richer than average? hyung, our families basically own korea. our families worked for the empires we’re going to inherit. don’t discredit them.” hyunjoon says, eyeing the blonde that grinned at kevin’s angelic boyfriend.
“doesn’t mean we have to undermine the people trying to get to our level either. like you said, our families worked hard to get where we are now. that’s exactly what those people you call commoners are trying to do.”
“i completely understand both your sides but can we hurry it up? i’m gonna be late for my entrepreneurship class.” younghoon says, sunwoo throwing the senior’s backpack at him. sangyeon sighed. “later.” he says before following his boyfriend into the building.
“and we’re gonna be late for biology. catch you guys later.” hyunjoon says, dragging sunwoo behind him.
kevin and juyeon looked at each other before turning their attention to the group of boys.
“ooh, cuties looking here at 12 o’ clock.” eric says, the group turning to kevin and juyeon. jacob laughed. “that cutie on the left is my boyfriend. kev!” he calls out.
kevin and juyeon walked over to the group, the pair wearing prize winning smiles. “hi! i’m moon hyungseo but call me kevin. i’m the arts club president, so you can come to me if you’re interested and i’m also the student council public informations officer.”
“i’m lee juyeon. dance troupe captain and student council secretary.” the blue haired boy says, lowkey staring at the honey blonde that stood beside jacob.
“are you really jacob hyung’s boyfriend?” haknyeon asks shyly. kevin chuckled. “yes, i am.”
“i’m son youngjae or eric, sophomore.” “ju haknyeon from jeju, sophomore as well.” “ji changmin, junior!” “lee jaehyun but you can call me hyunjae instead, senior.”
“welcome to ck. i’m sure you’ll like it here.” juyeon says, taking hyunjae’s hand smaller hand in his. hyunjae gave him a small smile, shaking it firmly. “thanks. maybe we will.” he replies, slowly getting lost in juyeon’s dark eyes.
“okay! we’re gonna be late. you can eye each other later.” changmin says good naturedly, walking into the building with a bright smile. the others trailed after them, all wearing grins. except hyunjae and juyeon, who both sported cheeks tinted pink from embarrassment.
eric walked to his classroom beside haknyeon. “what do you think this schoolyear is going to be like, hyung?” eric asks, the bright smile on his lips never faltering.
haknyeon shrugged. he wasn’t sure what to feel. he may not be the smartest student but he wasn't dumb. the moment he entered the campus, he already knew that the school was elite. no, he already knew the moment the uniform arrived at their doorstep. what kind of normie school would have velvet blazers?
haknyeon was only admitted to this school because his mom saw it fit. she thought that he deserved the highest school money could buy. they weren’t filthy rich but because their pig farm was flourishing, they could afford to splurge on things like haknyeon’s education.
“ooh, i think this is it.” eric says, pointing at the door. “the platinum class.”
unlike haknyeon, eric is riding on a full scholarship because of his baseball skills and exceptional academic standings. plus he’s really kind, so he was hoping that he would be able to make friends.
they entered the classroom and were greeted with silence. 15 pairs of eyes looked at them with a mix of curiosity and belittling.
a freckled boy approached the pair. “new students? i’m felix.” he says, recognizing them as the commoners they saw with jacob earlier.
eric nodded, extending his arm towards the cat boy with a bright smile. “this is ju haknyeon and i’m son youngjae, you can call me eric.”
“oh! you're the scholar and the jeju transferee!” the class president, na jaemin, walks up to the the trio. he shook eric’s hand, wearing a wide smile on his lips that matched the blonde’s. “welcome to ck. don't drop in the first week, okay?” jaemin says, patting haknyeon’s shoulder before walking back to his friends.
“uh, what does that mean?” haknyeon asks for the both of them. felix sighed. “it means scholar boy here is going to be in for the long ride. better toughen yourself up. the people in this school aren't scared of anything, we have money after all. you on the other hand, are an easy target.” he explains, leading them to the seats at the back.
“thanks for the advice.” eric says grimly. “no problem. another word of advice is steer clear from kevin moon’s group. other than that, you're relatively safe with exception of a few shoulder bumps in the hallway.”
haknyeon and eric shared a confused look. kevin and juyeon seemed really nice earlier. they were supposed to ask felix for more details but before they could ask, their teacher entered the classroom. guess they'd have to ask at lunch.