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PROLOGUE

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"Hey, I've heard that there's going to be a new transfer student," Niel mutters to me as we walk down the aisle to class. I blink, and look at him; expression indifferent.

"So? We've had many transfer students - this one isn't going to be any different," I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. As we pass by a group of gaping girls, I shoot one of them a smile.

It nearly sends her swooning.

I smirk. One of the good things of being a kingka.

"No, I don't think so," Niel nudges me hard to grab my attention. I glance at him.

What's up with him? He usually doesn't bother about such trivial matters. In fact, the only thing he usually worries about is whether the new student is a female or male. I tip my head to the side, suddenly curious.

"Then what?" I question, adjusting the bag straps. Niel shakes his head; causing his shaggy mane of brown hair to fall into his eyes. Like me, he's one of the school's kingkas. Come to think of it, all five of us are kingkas. Pretty sweet, huh?

Teen Top.

That's what the student body calls us. Even the admins. I actually quite like it. It gives off a nice ring.

"Well, it seems as though he's from America, and-"

"America?" I repeat, genuinely surprised. This is probably the first time a transfer student is emigrating from the United States. "What, is he is American? With natural blond hair and...?" I use my hands to gesture about. Niel snorts.

"No. Apparently, he was born in Korea."

"So, he's a Korean."

"Yeah, but he emigrated to America at the age of 12. Now, he's back."

"How do you know so much?" A question borne of pure interest. It always makes me wonder how is it that Niel has so much knowledge. Especially about a stranger he knows nothing about.

"I have my ways," he winks at me, and I force back a gag.

"I'm starting to think you're a stalker; or a mafian," I shudder and quicken my pace. The hallways were deserted. Must be late for class - again.

"Whatever. Anyway, I still have some other things to say about this student," Niel places a hand on my arm. We both stop in our tracks, and I turn to face him.

Okay, now I'm starting to worry. First situation where Niel doesn't look happy. Today seems to be a day that is going to be filled with firsts.

"I've heard rumours and tales of him."

"The transfer student?"

"Who else?" he rolls his eyes, and leans against the lockers by the wall. "Stop interrupting! Aish...so, it looks like he's quite the gangster...?"

Seriously?

"Niel-ah," I sigh, rocking on my heels. "You're getting worked up over the unconfirmed 'fact' that this guy...whoever he is... may be a delinquent?" I laugh; it echoes about and bounces back to my ears. "I think we're more badarse than that."

"He may be a...threat, if you get what I'm saying," Niel clicks his tongue.

Aigoo...

"You have got to