"Keep your hair out of your face, Jeonghan."

Jeonghan peered through the length of his hair to find his mother standing by the doorway of his room, hands on her hips in a manner that showed just how disappointed she was. There was nothing new with what she said, and Jeonghan had heard it over and over again ever since he decided to grow his hair out sometime a few years back. It was a good way to cover his face, apart from the huge, fake glasses he also wore. He noticed how she also took a good head-to-toe look at what he was wearing, which made her shake her head. 

"It's a new school, they don't need to notice me," Jeonghan said, grinning sheepishly as he flapped the sleeves of his extra large sweater. "You know how it is."

His mother rolled her eyes, "you could at least look a little more presentable? Tie your hair, maybe?"

"Nah," he replied, heading out the door. "I like it better this way. I'll be going now!"

Jeonghan caught the loud sigh she gave he descended the stairs- really, she should be used to this by now. It was, technically, her fault that he had to change schools every year because of where her work brings her. It's the same thing every year, too. A new school, a new sea of faces, which means new drama for Jeonghan to face because of, well, his face. 

He's not one to brag, but time and time again it is proven to him that he, Yoon Jeonghan, has the face of an angel. 

At least, he was really pretty. Maybe even beautiful. 

It wasn't something he always knew, and it was kind of weird sometime during elementary as he wondered why all the girls hated him and why the other boys won't "play with a girl." Then, in high school, it was shoved in his face even further when the popular girls started asking him for skincare routines (which he had none of, mind yo