SONG YOHAN was looking at the beautiful sight of Seoul from the car window, humming along to the song coming from the radio. Yohan, Yihwa, his dad, and his girlfriend were heading to their new house in Seoul. Two months ago, out of nowhere, his dad told him that he's dating a woman, and the family will move in with her in a new house because the change in places will be good for them. That it's going to make Yohan feel better.
For the last five years, Yohan was a private student. He hated socializing. The people, the noises annoyed him, so the 14-year-old boy begged on his knees to his father, to let him be a private student.

But now that he's 19, the new city meant a new school, and his dad decided to put him in a public school, which Yohan wasn't very happy about.

"We're here!" said Yoonah, smiling at Yohan from the rear-view mirror. The boy just let out a sigh, getting out of the car after grabbing his bags.

When they finished unpacking all of their belongings, it was already dark outside. Yohan was sitting on his bed, in his room, feeling empty. The silence was loud, and the dull feeling took over him more with every second. He hated this place more than anything- he didn't want to leave his old home in Busan. Yohan felt as if a piece of himself had been left in that old, little house in the middle of nowhere that his mother adored so much. And that piece was his mother and the memories of her. And he felt like that if he leaves that house, he'll start forgetting about her.

The teen boy wanted to understand his father and the reason for moving more than anything but at the same time, he felt like, that his dad was trying to run away from the past, from reality.

Yohan's mother died five years ago, and the woman has never been discussed in any conversation since then. When someone tried to speak to him about his wife, the father, who was left alone with two small children, felt as if he was suffocating.

As for the boy- he wanted to talk. He wanted to, he just didn't know-how. His voice chord vanished and he went numb whenever he opened his mouth to say something about his emotions, his mother, or what he was going through.

He had heard a lot of stories about Saebom, the high school where he was going to be a student, and they weren't all good.

The stories he learned came from a boy he was friends with from that school—actually, they weren't friends. He was forced to spend the whole summer with one of his grandmother's friend's grandson, Min Wooyoung when he went to visit her in Seoul a few years ago, so he had to be polite to him if he didn't want to be scolded. Wooyoung was a sweet boy, but he couldn't seem to avoid talking, which Yohan despised.
He deeply sighed just at the thought of school- he didn't want to go.

Yohan's favorite activity was sleeping, and he hated waking up early in the morning, so he wasn't pleased when he heard his sister banging on his door at 7 a.m. on a Monday, yelling that they'll be late.

But there he was, not even half an hour later, in front of a massive structure—his new high school—in a fancy uniform with neatly done hair and his sister by his side, all excited. He was amazed by how much energy she had in the morning.
"Let's go!" Yihwa slapped the back of the blonde boy's head, who just grunted in response to the unexpected attack.

Yohan ignored the whispers and stares as the Song siblings headed up the long path to the school, while Yihwa smiled and waved at everyone.

All of the people around him, all of the attention, made the boy's skin itch. In a rush to get to the office and his first class, he slid past other students, leaving his sister behind who enjoyed the publicity.

He went inside the building while looking down at his feet, trying to ease the strange, sick feeling in his stomach, that he hadn't felt in a long time.

He didn't stop until he reached the office, stepped inside, and stood in front of his new homeroom teacher.
"Hello there, Song Yohan, right?" The blond boy nodded and smiled politely as the teacher spoke. "My name is Mr. Han. Here's your identification card!" Mr. Han, the instructor, handed the boy the card. "You are in class 2-5, can you get there yourself?" the man questioned.
"Of course." Said Yohan. "Thank you." the teen boy bowed to the man, got out of the office then headed down the hallway. When he found the classroom, he quickly got inside, not paying any attention to his new classmates or the whisperings.
"Oh!" a scream was heard from the back of the classroom. "Yohan!" the boy quickly raised his head to see a blonde guy approaching him, who turned out to be none other than Min Wooyoung, the only person he was familiar with in the school. "Yohan! It's been a long time since we've seen each other!" Wooyoung grabbed the boy and embraced him in an awkward hug. "Wait... Why are you here?" the other blonde questions.
He told his classmate, "We moved," as he struggled to free himself from the grip.
Wooyoung said, "You should have told me."
"I don't have your number..."
"Then let me give it to you." the shorter boy said as he grabbed Yohan's phone from his grasp.  "You don't know anyone other than me, right? Let me introduce you to the others!" Wooyoung said excitedly.
"You don't have to-" The blond teenager had barely finished his sentence before he was pulled into the middle of a group of his classmates.

The next five minutes consisted of others asking him about his skincare routine, bothering him about his looks and his reason for moving; they didn't seem like bad persons, Yohan just disliked talking. Mr. Han entered the classroom with a tall boy behind him before he could answer any of their questions. The teacher smiled at Yohan, raising his eyebrows, signaling to the teen to go beside him.

"Good morning, everyone! We have a new student in our class today, as well as an old one returning!" The teacher turned to face the two boys who were standing beside him. "Would you mind telling us about yourself, Yohan?" with a rapidly pounding heart, the Song boy took a deep breath and stepped out.

Hello everyone!
I'm so excited to publish this book because the idea has been sitting in the back of my head for a while now. This is also my first time writing a book in English without any help of others:)
I don't know when am I going to publish the next chapter, because I plan it to be longer than this one.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! - MEG

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