“Miyoung-ssi, the only seat free is the one in the first row,” the teacher's voice brought the girl back from her thoughts to the current situation. Her gaze darted to the free seat at the front and the neighbouring desks.

“Eh?” She mumbled quietly as she realised that she wouldn't be sitting next to Sehun. And he was the only person she knew in here; the only one she was comfortable with. That also meant that he wouldn't be able to look out for her in case she was close to fainting. Tilting her head a bit, she bit onto her lower lip. Truthfully, this wasn't to her liking at all. She felt so much more at ease and safer with him being around …

Miyoung glanced at the one boy next to the free seat. Should she …? He looked quite friendly, so she decided to simply do it, even if she felt a little uncomfortable asking such a thing of him. “Excuse me,” she tried to smile friendlily, “I'm sorry for being so bold, but do you think you could change seats with Sehun?” While speaking she'd realised just how dumb her request sounded, and on the inside she was burning from embarrassment.

Seeing the boy nod his head, Miyoung felt so relieved and thankful that he quickly agreed, making the whole situation less uncomfortable for her. “Thank you!” She called, clasping her hands together in relief. She was glad and thankful that he gave in so easily, making it less uncomfortable for her. However, she could also see that the friendliness was merely the result of him swooning over her once she'd smiled. Even though she usually disliked that, right now it made things easier for her.

From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Sehun walking to the back of the room, frowning as she did so. What was he doing back there? He mumbled something, but due to a second of inattentiveness of her ears, she didn't catch it. But there was no need to, as the teacher immediately cleared the misunderstanding; Sehun was still a bit tired so he kind of missed the change of the seat arrangements. When the said male went to the seat next to Miyoung, she took note of his empty gaze and tired eyes. And she felt really bad for him. He must still be very tired, as he hadn't slept half as long as she did.

Miyoung pressed her lips together before she bent down, her eyes searching for his bag. She took out his water bottle.

“Sehun Oppa?” It took him several seconds to react to this and she frowned. “You should drink something; you look very tired,” she whispered, looking at him with worried eyes.

He didn't just look tired in a physical way, but also mentally. She wondered if there was something bothering him. But Miyoung bit back the question because the teacher already began talking. Besides, she didn't want to ask him something so personal when she only had an assumption.

However, if he did have a problem, she hoped he'd talk to her about it. He had helped her so often already, so she wanted to return that.

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Miyoung gazed out of the window. A few days had passed and so far things were alright. Contrary to her and her maids belief, her health hadn't gotten any worse. If anything, she felt less dizzy and weak these days, it was probably due to things being less stressful than in Germany. Other than her almost fainting after the first day due to fatigue nothing had happened. And she was glad about that. However, today was one of the worse days again …

She glanced to her right, noticing that Sehun hadn't come back even though the break was over. She'd told him earlier that she was better today because it seemed as if he had really wanted to get out of the room. The truth was her legs felt wobbly today. Just as she was about to turn to the windows again, she caught something from the corner of her eye that made her look up.

In the door-frame stood a male. For a moment she thought there stood a blond Sehun. However, not even a split second later she already shook off the ridiculous thought. Despite the similarity in their faces, the difference was still quite clear. Besides, their was quite a difference in their heights. The blond boy was shorter and his shoulders were less broad. His blond hair was a bit messy, and weirdly, he wasn't wearing the school uniform.

Miyoung was just about to turn away again, but the other students' squeals caused her to turn to the door once again. The boy had entered the room completely. And from the smaller distance Miyoung noticed something: he didn't really seem like a student, even though his face looked young.

Truthfully, despite his youthful face, there was something to him that made him seem mature. It was kind of contradicting, but he really didn't seem to be on one level with the other students. It was the look in his eyes. It confused her.

Usually, she'd immediately detect hypocrisy and sincerity in people's eyes. Having seen bad things so often, she found it easy to distinguish between genuine and two-faced people. Most of the time a person's eyes was like a clear window for her. She could easily see what was behind it. Well, most of the time. A few people, especially more experienced and cunning ones, have a “blurry” gaze. People like her father; she couldn't see through them at all. But there were only a few of those people.

And he seemed to be one of them.

Miy