The male walked in, wearing a sleeveless white shirt that showed off his defined, lean arms, and wore tight, ripped jeans. His butterscotch-colored hair was gelled up at the ends and his backpack hung off his right shoulder.

"Hey. Nice to meet you all," was all he said and Hoya grimaced at his informality. He went back to his notebook instead and continued drawing an array of random shapes and letters (all the while doodling Woohyun's name in different fonts), not wanting to pay any more attention to the new individual.

The teacher had talked about him a few days ago anyway, talking about a new student named "Jang Dongwoo", and a couple girls in the class squealed and chatter erupted throughout at the talk of this guy everyone supposedly knew about. But now that Hoya's finally seen him, he doesn't think that this Dongwoo guy wasn't all that great as everybody said he would be.

He felt a little bad for judging a person this early, but something about him made Hoya cringe. And Hoya knew that he'd be having problems with the guy from the start. He hated people who were full of themselves, much less since Dongwoo was already being talked about as a "bad boy" from the start.

(And it soon made Woohyun become curious as to why Hoya wasn't paying attention to the new guy, so he peered over to look at what he was doing, and around a bunch of other doodles he noticed the words Nam Woohyun were drawn in multiple times in different letterings. Woohyun smiled and whispered, "God, I think you must be greasier than me", to which Hoya shut his notebook abruptly, and in these times Hoya wished Woohyun wasn't put in the seat next to his as he pushed his boyfriend away with a blush on his cheeks.)

Hoya forced himself to turn his attention this Dongwoo guy and heard him talking about his life and whatnot. Something about being born in Gyeonggi and his parents owning a restaurant and living in Canada for three months, yadda yadda yadda; Hoya just tuned it out a few seconds later.

But he listened intently when one of the students had asked if he knew how to speak English, and Dongwoo replied with a cocky "yes", leading to another student urging him to speak English for the class. Hoya found himself trying his best not to burst out laughing when he only heard the first two words of his weird-sounding English.

"Thank you very much," Mr. Han said, smiling widely to Dongwoo as if he's glad to have him in his class. Dongwoo half-smiled back, tipping his head slightly instead of formally bowing as he acknowledged everyone. Hoya scoffed quietly. He had the urge to warn Mr. Han because he just knows that this one's going to be a handful.

"Well, we've got a lecture to go over in class today, so Dongwoo, please take any empty seat and we'll get started. Everyone else, please turn to Chapter 7 in your textbooks."

Hoya immediately perked his head up and looked around the room. There were four empty seats. One in the front next to an annoying, attention-seeking chick named Suyung, another in between a couple, Minji and Soonjin, who are always passing notes and making googly-eyes to each other, the third being seated in the back next to Sangchul, who is actually pretty smart and an okay guy in general, and the fourth sitting smack next to Hoya.

He tensed a little and prayed that Dongwoo would at least take the seat next to Sangchul (or even better yet, Suyung) and held his breath as Dongwoo made the first few steps forward.

And of course he had dropped his backpack right next to Hoya, in that damn seat he cursed Mr. Han for making that empty in the first place on the first day of school when he had seated everyone accordingly.

Hoya scoffed quietly, rolling his eyes discreetly as he buried his face into his textbook. "This is going to be one hell of a year," he muttered to himself.