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The morning breeze gently hit everyone who was walking. Although it was not slight, it did not have a pitiful force either, so it was a pleasant sensation and that could put to sleep those who even being outside dozed in the streets. Young students flocked to the school building, stepping away from the variety of dress hues to join the sea of indigo plaid uniforms. Little by little, the sun's rays came brighter, pushing the refreshing breeze as it was time to enter.
Thursday.
The great doors of the entrance received the young people, who; one by one, like little ants, they knew the path they had to take to get to their respective classrooms on time. One or the other detoured to greet their friends, or to stop at the drinking fountains. Just like Hyunjin and his group of seven friends did.
“So, as always, see you at the arcade, huh?”
The oldest of them; Chan, asked, hanging up his backpack and resuming his journey. He didn't want to be late for his first class again. Thursdays began with chemistry and Professor Shim would arrive more than on time, a minute before the bell rang. They all nodded and dismissed him with a fist bump.
“And you, Changbin, don't you have to get to class early too?” A certain freckled boy asked, receiving a zape from Seungmin.
“Oh Felix, no. I'm not in the same classroom as Chan,” the aforementioned replied, rolling his eyes but with a chuckle that showed that he wasn't clearly angry.
They all laughed, and the boy who hit him added:
“It will be the end of the year and you still won't get used to it.”
“So? It is just that for some reason Chan and Changbin have always been in the same classrooms, it is not easy to adjust to that after years” Felix tried to defend himself.
As soon as the bell rang, Seungmin, Felix, Jisung, and Jeongin jumped up and slid from their seats on one of the railings, while those who were standing; Hyunjin, Minho and Changbin won their way to the classroom. The second oldest stepped forward before a crowd of students gathered on the stairs, causing Hyunjin and Minho to pause so as not to squeeze in with the others. They gave each other knowing glances and preferred to walk in his wake as they were passed by Seungmin, Felix and Jisung. When they noticed, Hyunjin caught the attention of the youngest of all of them.
"Hey, Jeonginnie ~" He placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly stopping his walk towards the third floor.
“Yes?”
“Don't you want to see the view?” Minho continued, but immediately cut his gaze on the youngest and directed his steps towards the railing.
Even though it was the second floor, they had a nice view of the roofs of the surrounding houses, especially since the school was on top of a hill and the sun's rays could be seen through the trees. It no longer felt cool, but the warmth caused by their jackets could still be tolerated.
"You have to take things slowly, we can't always watch the sun rise." Hyunjin was absorbed, looking straight ahead.
The two of them were looking straight ahead. Smiling, sharing one of his moments with Jeongin. The youngest appreciated the detail. It had been months since he had joined his sub-group. Hyunjin and Minho were always the best of friends, even before they became friends with each other. And Jeongin. Jeongin was always with everyone else. Being the youngest, although they were in the same year as more than half of his friends, he had that magnetism that simply fit perfectly with any of them. Being with his hyungs was nice, and until now he hadn't felt that close to any of them specifically. Well maybe Jisung, and sometimes he would go around the two older ones when he wanted advice, but for some reason he thought it wasn't enough to be a closer friend. Maybe it was just his head, moments of anguish to nonexistent problems.
I was in the middle of both. On his left, there was Minho, and on his right, Hyunjin. He could see the mole under his left eye. He always found it beautiful, it made him look ... He was ashamed to think about it, but it made him look sexy. Although the guys were telling him that he also had a remarkable feature to add to his attributes, but he didn't think his dimples were sexy like moles. However, older girls used to pause to sting these depressions on their cheeks with a certain tenderness.
After a minute or two more, Minho decided that was enough and they should make a run to the classroom. Hyunjin got the idea right away and the two of them hit it off, as if they shared the same neuron. Jeongin blinked and started the race seconds behind.
They would never expect that that day, in that precise moment, their life would change. It wasn't completely bad, but it would have a meaning, an imprint on them.
They would never have imagined that the female figure, with long black hair, with her backpack resting at her feet, in front of all the companions, beginning to bow would bring a new stage of their lives.
"Hwang, Lee, Yang," the math teacher's voice was firm and accusatory. - What are they doing standing there? Go to your seats right now,” he ordered in a commanding voice.
The three boys lowered their heads, bowing several times as they walked to their seats. Some of the boys began to mutter between laughter, but a glance from the teacher over everyone else was enough to silence them. The respectable teacher then looked at the new student, gesturing for her to continue what the three boys interrupted.
“Go ahead, you can introduce yourself.”
The girl cleared her throat, a little nervous.
“G-Good morning, classmates. My name is Ahn Iseul, it's nice to meet you. ” The girl leaned in for a couple of seconds and they all greeted her with" Hello, nice to meet you. "
Hyunjin and Minho stared at him spellbound, barely remembering to put their backpacks on the ground because they were watching the new girl. While Jeongin, who was sitting behind Hyunjin, turned his gaze towards Hyunjin and then noticed his strange behavior. He looked back at the girl, then looked at Minho who had the same goofy expression. The younger one raised an eyebrow.
"As I was saying Miss Ahn was transferred so please be nice to her and if she needs any guidance be attentive and help her" then he turned to Iseul. "Likewise, if you have doubts, you can approach the other teachers, so that you can keep up with the other students," he said with a friendly smile, to which the girl nodded respectfully adding a "Thank you, teacher." "Now you can have a seat."
For some reason, those last words clicked on Minho and Hyunjin's heads, as they were immediately scanning the entire classroom to detect where there were empty seats. What are they doing? Jeongin wondered.
In the end, Iseul chose the vacant seat that was in the penultimate row, fourth place, right behind Kang Haejun, a smiling girl who had apparently motioned for her to sit there. Minho's disappointment on his face was visible to Jeongin, who then looked at Hyunjin, noticing how he devoted a few more seconds of his attention to the girl.
Jeongin suspected that they both liked Ahn Iseul.
At the end of class they were always the last to leave because as they used to say to the dimpled boy, they wanted to take things easy. Great was the surprise on Jeongin's face when he saw how the two young men shifted in their seats, playing with their hair or the strap of their backpacks, as if they were buying time. As soon as they saw Iseul get up and walk along with Haejun towards the door, they rose like arrows and walked behind as well. Jeongin expected both of them to try to talk to him but strangely they didn't.
They saw how the young woman's long hair swayed as she walked, how the rustle of the skirts disappeared to the right as they entered another room. They both blinked. Jeongin watched as they opened their mouths slightly, then closed them, and at the end, they widened a silly smile and said:
“I like her.”
Jeongin's suspicion took an hour to confirm.