NOTE: the first two chapters won't have a lot of interactive questions, but i promise they'll come up in the near future + i'll update daily for now because i'm motivated and on holiday

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SEO CHAYU wasn't exactly the typical high school student, although his appeareance wasn't so indifferent. he was about 172 centimetres tall, rather skinny with a round face and pointed nose and chin. a few years ago he had discovered his passion for fashion and make up. thus he often changed his hair color, but at the beginning of our story he had it dark blonde.

so far he seemed pretty invisible, which is all his classmates knew about him; he was not worth being even mentioned. but still there was more: chayu lived alone with his father in a poor traditional house in the outskirt of the city.

they didn't have a lot of money, even though his father worked more than anyone; thus chayu made a little money for himself through youtube and a side job, so he could afford his passion.

maybe he wasn't any different from other teenagers, but he was definitely different from other kids in his class, since he went to and expensive private high school. how did he get there? simple: scholarship.

during the last night of the year he had a video chat with his two best friends, jihye and jaecheol, who sadly couldn't be there to celebrate with him.

like every single year.

his father was tired from work, so he went straight to bed leaving his son alone on the sofa. latter wasted a lot of time checking the instagram stories of his classmates, who were partying the night away; his final year in school would start in two days.

with a sigh chayu got up from the sofa and went to his room in order to film the nutmeg make up tutorial, which he had planned for a while already.

"i wish you guys a happy new year and hope you had a lot of fun celebrating!" he finished smiling and waving at the camera after the last take.

five minutes later he made his way to the bathroom to take off all the make up, a quite complicated process.

barefaced chayu looked at his swollen lips and eyes in the mirror and felt the urge to destroy it.

tears were rolling down his face, as he pulled his hair violently; what the mirror showed him was simply disgusting. just why was life so unfair?

he cried on the bathroom floor for half an hour until he calmed down and checked his classmates' instagram stories again.

there was just one more year left to survive and he had to survive it like every other year, although he felt like he was stepping closer to the edge every single day.

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what do you think of chayu?