Kris was a mystery to her.

                Sooyoung was sure, as far as the numerous rumors she heard were concerned, that Kris wasn’t even his real name. They are classmates but they never really had a proper conversation with each other. All she knew about him – and she wasn’t even a hundred percent sure – was that they were of the same age, that he was Chinese and he came from Vancouver.

                He always sat in the seat in the corner of the classroom; the one nearest the wide window on one side of the room. He always kept to himself, always staring out into the sky and zoning out every word that would come out of any teacher’s mouth. He was an introvert at heart it seemed, only coming out of his shell whenever he was around people Sooyoung assumed to be his friends. But even with Luhan and Xiumin, he didn’t say much. He was always so silent, like he had an invisible barrier around him.

Kris was an irony to her.

                Sooyoung lost count of the many jocks who wished that they had his six feet two inch-frame. Sooyoung also lost count of how many people in the general male population of their school wished they had his model-like looks. Even more, she lost count of how many fangirls he had unwillingly gained because he simply was swooth-worthy. Sooyoung didn’t understand. The fame, countless friendships, attention were all within his grasp but he simply ignored them.

Kris was a bad boy – and no, it wasn’t because he always wore black and nothing else.

                He wasn’t that type of bad boy often associated with rudeness, and trouble. A lot of boys in their school were like that. But he wasn’t and for that, she was silently grateful and happy. He was that type of ‘bad boy’ who Sooyoung would always describe as enigmatic. There was something about him that captivated her and pulled her to him. It could possibly be his impossibly good lucks… maybe even this aura that he has that called for her to solve the puzzle that was Kris Wu.

For the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out.