Hiiii, so this isn't completely MY story, but I can't remember the author of the fic (it was a BAP one), but I'm going to add some of my own twists and an even more frightening background. Please support my fic, I heart you all! The story is ONLY in Yukwon's POV. 

So, after a long strenuous train ride, ten endless minutes chasing the bus (I almost got run over by a car, but I'll spare you the details), and thirteen nauseous hours driving, I'm finally here. In the most prestigious university of Seoul. The beautiful gardens with an assortment of colors, flowers sprouting everywhere, roses, orchids, big dorms, modern-equipped classrooms, nice bar... a five-star hotel basically!

Unfortunately, imagination and reality are two completely different things, starting from the signpost that said: "WELCOME TO YG SKOOL". I scowled. "Skowled" to be precise. Since grammar isn't the first thing you learn when you enter this university, you can see it from the signpost. I had no comment. I was utterly shocked. Preposterous. 

After a good thirty minutes laughing at the signpost and wondering about my scarce faith in the human race, a pretty damn fine girl comes up to me and says: "KIM YUKWON, I AM CORRECT?!" Okay, now I really started to worry about my future. If not knowing how to form a simple question isn't much of a deal, I can't imagine what will truly be worrisome. 'Am I correct' I wanted to say, but instead I stuttered a yes. This girl got even angrier. Damn, this girl is a control freak! But she calmed down shortly after: "Oh, you're the new guy. Nice to meet you, I'm Jada" The girl introduced herself. She smiled at me and held her hand out for me to reach: Does she suffer from schizophrenia or something?! Is she bipolar? These kind of mood swings indicate a very serious neurological disorder! I was too traumatized to do anything, and the annoyed girl retreated her hand, but she grabbed my arm instead, dragging me in the university. 

Jada dragged me to the school's playground. It definitely wasn't a paradise. Let's say it's closer to Hell. I never imagined such a dirty playground. Rotten fruit was everywhere on the ground, the slimy-looking grass smelled weird... "It's dog pee. Mixed with cat pee and cow pee." Jada bluntly said, noticing my scrunched face. Oh, that explains the grim yellowish-snout colored grass.

"And if you're lucky, you won't step on the animals' poop." A guy who approached us added. I looked at him questioningly: "Yukwon, this is Zico. He's the student council president and my best friend. Now I have to meet up with a friend of mine, but he'll show you around. I'll stick around, Yukwon" She blew a kiss in my direction and fled away.

"Nice to meet you, Yukwon. I'm Woo Jiho, but you can call me Zico. I'll cut to the chase: These animals ten times bigger than the norm, and the colour is much more slimier and yuckier, tastes like rotten eggs and expired sauces with a tad of pee, just to make it saltier, with the usual flies attracted by the shi—Yukwon, are you okay? You're a little green" He pointed out. What colour did Zico expect me to be, after everything he told me!?

"Y-you actually ate that—" I stuttered, pointing at the boar's waste. Zico laughed: "Sort of. It was a dare" He calmly said. "SORT OF" EAT THE UTTERMOST DISGUSTING, PUTRID, POTENTIONALLY HAZARDOUS THING IN THE WORLD, JUST FOR A GODDAMN DARE!? I had no words to comment this abnormal human being. 

"You see that tree?" Zico asked me. I nodded: "A guy hanged himself on it—" I was about to scream, but the blabbermouth kept talking: "It was a joke, but it ended quite badly. Everyone looks up to him as a hero." How can a guy who hanged himself for the purpose of entertainment be someone to look up to!? I guess Zico's perception of 'hero' is very different from mine.

I was lost in my thoughts again, so the student council president decided to leave me alone for the day. "Stick around, Yukwon" Zico said and left. THANK THE LORD! It didn't last long though, as I saw a very handsome man dancing in an isolated place. He was THE HOTTEST dancer I've ever seen in my LIFE! He had a brown fringe, and his striking cinnamon eyes gazed in my directions. He wore a thin coat of eyeliner and transparent lip gloss, and well, that look really suited him. We made eye contact, and he smiled at me, that delectable dimple appearing. Someone please kill me. The dancer wore a black tank top and tight-fitting leather pants. I watched him dance. He was GOOD. No K-Pop idol could dance like him, no K-Pop idol looked as good as he did, and he definitely outdid idols like Shindong, Eunhyuk and Seungri with those moves. He looked my age. Maybe school won't be so bad after all.