CHAPTER ONE

the ones written in bold is the present and one s in italic the past, hope you like it.

It was a chilly , quiet walk to school from his oh so called home if you could call that home. The sun is still not out just like the deserted street that will be filled with chattering of people in just a while. That's exactly what the young, tall figure of a man oops ..., boy taking small steps with his vision not ahead but darted to the sky trying to see what lies ahead of him. He had that ooh, so dreamy eyes that deep brown orbs that u could swim into but never wanna leave (just kill me), that soft, weavy brown hair and the strips of little fring just long enough to not cover his (beautiful) eyes. His plump kissable pink lips fixed in a straight line. That to you all is none other than Park Jin Young, the guy that  was making his way towards the hugh gate ahead with a big sign board 'xxxxx high' (any suggestion is welcome plez comment a name, ty).

A sigh escaped his lips as this was the begining of another school year which he was so not looking forward to, a new place meant he had to to get used to his environment and the sooner the better which he wasn't so sure of. It was the first day of middle school he enetered the campus of his school the smalll blocks that were not so far apart from eachother  searching for the right class to get into but due to his so called luck(which wasn't the best) he bumped into the back of a person who when turned around wasn't the friendliest face you would see, a boy his age but bigger and bulkier with red cheeks and a frown on his face.  HE gulped n tried to apologise but his words went striaght down his throat when a punch landed on his gut causing him to fall, eyes wide with what just happened. Though he was always made fun of and teased in his classes before because of his awkward and shy nature, since boys his age were fun, lively and energetic. But never in his 13 years of life had someone been so cruel enouh to punch him .He cried the whole day and since then noone tried to come near him. Just whispering among themself when they saw him and the boy from before (who punched him) would also just grunt in disgust on seeing him. (you can guess how the school was for him. i.e..,ty). SO since then he become even more quiet, reserved, careful, and so on which would definately make him i guess 'him'. But the thing was later on due to his character or personality he became the loner of the bulk, with no small talks with anyone nor a single person to talk to. His teacher who a pretty, friendly women. always ecouraged him to talk in class and particpate in class activites. 'Jinyoung would u kindly help me with this?' Mrs kim asked. The buy first hesitated but sitll complied, she would always try talking to him and sometimes give him treats. 'Thank you' 'welcome' and that's the most she could get out of him. But slowly he started to enjoy his time at school looking forward to the time he could spent time with his lovely teacher who was more than what his so called parents were ever to him. He enjoyed reading stories with all the happy endings, drawing, and helping her arrange the class after the mess his classmates had made. He always loved the moon and star shaped cookies she would make for him as a reward for helping her. so now the daily greeting was his routine .. 'Good morning Mrs.Kim.' g