He was mysterious...A boy that never really spoke and never once hinted as to what was actually on his mind.
He was a bad boy which was clearly evident by the way he dressed and his endless tattoos.
But there was something about him, something that...
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☆ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ☆
"My name is Chae (Y/n). I'm here for my schedule?" I asked, the lady infront of me who looked as bored as someone could be while watching paint dry. She stared up at me through her long thick lashes, the lack of sleep clealy evident in the dark circles under her eyes.
"Chae? You're not related to that boy, are you?" She asked me, sceptical once she processed my surname. She saw how hesitant I was to answer her question and began to glare at me intently before smashing my name into her keyboard. She kept glancing back at me to glare before pressing the print button on her keyboard. Her hand waited below the printer, clutching the paper as soon as it dropped it in her hand.
"Take it. Find someone to show you around or something." She mumbled, practically throwing the sheet at me before going back to reading the book that layed messily on her lap.
"Thank you." I muttered, snatching the paper that was seconds close to falling onto the floor and walking down the hall that I came from. I spotted my brother from miles away with his black leather jacket that shone in the sun light, surrounded by 6 other boys who seemed to act just like him.
Honestly my brother was little more to me than a stranger. After separating from him 7 years ago, he has became so distant from me. We had no contact with one another for the whole time so naturally we grew apart.
He grew up to be a bad boy, the rebellious one who's always getting trouble whilst I grew to be independent and quite shy. I couldn't help but think about what would of happened if my mother and father had never divorced. Would I be closer to my brother? Would my personality have been more upbeat? Only God knows what would of happened but I couldn't help but wonder anyway.
My brother noticed me walking towards him and his friends and began to give me a small encouraging smile, beckoning me to sit on the ledge beside him. Once I got close enough I gave him a shy hug, seeing as that was how I ussually greeted people in London. I wouldn't go as low to not hug him just because I barely knew him anymore. After our little awkward hug he motioned for me to sit down. I looked up at the ledge made with stone and looked back at him shyly.
"It's...too high." I admitted softly, watching as his arms instantly went around my waist to lift me up on the ledge. I smiled before bowing my head slightly to thank him. I then held up my schedule and gave it to him to look at as I was sure he was curious about it.
"Is this your schedule? Hmm, let's see..." he mumbled, reading the class that was written down on the paper. He hummed in agreement after he finished reading. "Well you only have Mathematics with me. I think I.M is in most of your classes though but he definitely won't be any help. Hmmmm, I think Jooheon is with you for half of today so he can show you to your classes." He suggested, looking back at Jooheon to see that his head lifted after hearing his name being spoken. He then made eye contact with me and decided to speak up.
"Hey, Hyungwon!? Are you going to introduce her to us yet?" Jooheon asked my brother, inviting himself into our conversation. The look he was giving me and his presence sort of made me uncomfortable which Hyungwon noticed instantly. "Okay just stand back abit." My brother told him, pushing him back slightly. Even though my brother barely knew me, it was obvious that he cared about me even if we weren't close.
"Guys, this is my sister, (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Kihyun, Shownu, Wonho, Minhyuk, I.M and Jooheon." He told me, pointing at each different boy as he spoke, I knew instantly that I would not remember any of their names but I just nodded along. "Wonho...Shownu....I.M....?" I asked in confusion, noticing how their names weren't really names.
"Ah it's their street names. They prefer to keep their actual names to themselves. The only one who knows Wonho's real name is his soulmate." Hyungwon explained to me. They all waved at me, greeting me in some sort of way except the boy who was introduced as I.M. He just leaned his back against the wall and occupied himself on his phone. It really bothered me that he was the only one who didn't say hello but I didn't speak up about it.
"Don't take it personally. He barely speaks to any of us either."
(Author-nim ~ Just a small introduction. It will get more interesting as it goes along! Vote & comment what you thought! ILY Mochies!)
