"Isn't he just perfect?" Hushed voices along the corridor whispered, whenever he walked by. Kim Myungsoo was just that stunning. Even by looking at him just once, it makes you wonder if he was actually a human; if he was even in the same species as you. 

Thoughts like that were normal when it came to Myungsoo, for his brown hair, sharp nose, and knife-edged jawline were impossible to miss. Myungsoo was that noticable, but yet he barely bothered to memorise the people around him. He'd never have thought that one day, he'd have memorised someone else's eye colour, height, shape of their sihouette, or even that person's likes and dislikes.

Fate is a pretty funny thing, I'd say.