The gangster strutted down the hallways during second period since he had self study, looking through the windows of each classroom that he passed by. Students avoided him and some even flinched when they saw him coming. He didn't care. He wasn't there for them. He walked right up to the first class, several nerds freaking out at the sight of the undisciplined student at their class. He poked his head in and tried finding for his new 'friend' but couldn't see anyone that had a black mask or slightly wavy long hair that matched Min's either.

"Kang Dongho, you're in my way." Baekho flinched and glanced back to see the student president standing behind him with books in his hand. Baekho quickly avoided eye contact and crossed his arms.

"You don't own the class. You can just take the front door in too."

Minhyun sighed and adjusted his books. "The front door is jammed so we have to use the back door. And shouldn't you be in your class now? It's not lunch hour yet."

Baekho clicked his tongue and stepped aside, not knowing the front door was jammed. Now he felt bad for being in the way but he wasn't going to show his embarrassment although his ears were starting to turn a little red. "It's self study. And why do you even care whether I'm in class or not. I'm a troublemaker anyways."

Minhyun shrugged and started walking in but Baekho moved his leg in front of Minhyun to stop him. He didn't know why he made such an aggressive move but Minhyun definitely did not seem amused or pleased by it.

"Do you know any guy in your class... Uh... Always wear a mask and has rather... Long black hair?" Baekho didn't want to resort to asking but he couldn't see Min no matter how much he looked so he thought asking would be faster. Plus, believe it or not, the only other person who would actually talk to him was the student president and Baekho felt a little less awkward asking him than walking up to a scared student who might piss their pants from just seeing him.

"What are you asking for? Do you intend to bully someone?"

Baekho's eyes widened and he snapped his head up at Minhyun, about to growl at him but one look and his head lowered again. "Shut up! Don't assume things." Baekho moved his leg away and quickly dashed off, feeling his embarrassment about to settle in at any given moment.

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"I can't believe he asked me that! Who does he take me for? I'm not even an actual gangster. People just think I am because of how I look," Baekho complained while kicking the rocks impatiently. "I don't understand how you could even be in the same class as that guy! Speaking of which, where were you during second period? Did you skip class?"

Min just shrugged and scribbled on the notebook. 'Probably in the toilet. What do you mean by you're not a gangster?'

Baekho plopped himself down onto the bench and crossed his arms unhappily. "I transferred to this school last 2 years and because my previous friends had this stupid idea to color my hair blonde just before the transfer, I was dubbed a bad kid when I entered. Hwang Minhyun was already egging on me since then too and all the other students avoided me. Some actual gangsters from senior year attacked me and I fought back to protect myself. I won them and that only made my situation worse. Not to mention, escalating it. Students from other schools started to attack me too. I dyed my hair back to black but it didn't help at all. That's why I'm stuck with no friends..."

Min tapped his pen on the notebook. 'I could be your friend.'

"Are you for real?" Baekho gasped and Min nodded. "Wow! I mean, that would be awesome. I would really love that."

'Good.'

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"Crap, crap, crap! I'm late. Oh god! He's gonna have my skin for this," the usually feisty teenager panicked as he hopped over railings and ran across the streets to try to get to school on time. He had overslept just a little and that had proven to be detrimental to his early school record. Despite what others thought of him, Baekho was barely late to school and he wasn't the type to skip class either unless it was self study or free period or else it was pretty easy to find the sleeping male at his table. He managed to step right through the gate when the bell rang, panting like he had just ran a marathon. His hair was a mess and so were his clothes although it wasn't really that different from when he arrived beaten up or from beating someone up. He noticed a pair of shoes before him and he glanced up, still trying to catch his breath that had now hitched at the sight of the student president standing before him, pen tapping against the clipboard he always hold. 

"Uh... H