I've updated the Foreword with charaters descriptions. I put this up faster than I thought I would. Hope you guys like it. :D

Outsiders are never welcomed in any social circle or cliques. Kim Kibum just happened to be the epitome of an outsider entering a world that few would dream of being a part of. If he had known that his junior year would go from silent and calm to hectic, loud, and full of heartache then he wouldn't have taken that scholarship.  He would have stayed in his humble home in Daegu than travel to Seoul to achieve his dream of being a fashion designer. He much rather watch the people from afar that would one day buy his clothing then ever had entered their world. But life clearly had different plans and wasn't over with his last year steadily coming closer, minute by minute.

The only thing he wished for was that she would still talk to him. He was tired of watching from afar and pinning for someone that loathed him. He sighed one last time and ran a hand through his newly blonde hair, slicking it back in a one sided wave, fixing the tie of his uniform for the last first day of his high school career. It was back into the lion's den without the support system at his side that he craved. The sudden knock on his dorm door made him breathe out yet another sigh. With swift moves he took his bag, slinging it over one shoulder and opened the door. In front of him, smiling was the devil herself.

One Year Ago

"Just follow this hallway and it'll lead you to the main office."

Kibum scuffed as he watched his guide leave him at the end of the hall. Just from the looks he would garner he knew that no one wanted to be seen with him. He was the charity case. That would ruin any kind of social standing they would have. He wasn't too bothered by it. The only reason he had accepted the scholarship was because his dream was that much closer to being reached than if he would have stayed in Daegu, waiting to be discovered by someone. He was indeed discovered it just came much earlier than he had presumed. Opportunities like these could not be missed.

Regardless he found himself being whispered about and pointed at. Sure his sense of style wasn't necessarily conventional or designer brands like Gucci, Channel, or Dolce and Gabbana but it was nonetheless innovative and without a doubt stylish. No one could deny it; he could see it in their eyes. He had style and in a sense that could make more of them dislike him. He had to hold in a laugh and walked straight.

It was the main hall and if he would have had his way, he wouldn't have asked for a guide anyway. The so called guide left him and he was doing fine on his own, so far so good. Being left alone did leave open the door for him to observe his new surroundings. The hallway had a dark lighting to it. Not much artificial light was put inside the building as high rise windows let in the natural light from the morning sun. The dark hues of the wood in hall did little to reflect that light around. Though the lockers were placed in between the old furnishings and fixtures the school still had a sort of Ivy League feel to it. The classrooms had heavy wooden doors with a glass window to pry into. The school was rich in its styling while even in uniforms you knew the students were not your average ones. 

Everyone was rich, he knew that much, while some were richer than others. It was as if all took pride in showing how much money they were born into. There was a set uniform and guidelines to what was allowed and what was not allowed to be worn. Immediately he knew that many of those guidelines were just guideline but not implied rules. Skirts were shorter than he knew they should be while jackets were personalized. His uniforms still hadn't come in so for now he was wearing his own clothing. Maybe it made sense as to why everyone stared at him. But even if the uniforms were worn correctly, the students knew well how to accessorize.

Business men and celebrities worked hard for how much money they had. They could take decades building up their funds to be considered successful and famous. Then you had the lucky or "blessed" few that were born into riches. They had everything in the world and probably the worst parents ever. Most weren't even aware of what their children were up to. Kibum knew that for a fact with just seeing the first few school mates and the ones up ahead.

In the hall, in broad daylight no less, was a couple kissing. All around them the students seemed to not notice or awe. Maybe they were the campus couple that no one much of batted an eye at seeing them locking lips before the start of school. Though they weren’t much out of the ordinary, Kibum could tell that the girl was more into it than the boy was. Just a few more steps away from them stood a girl shamelessly flirting with a boy who looked friendly enough as he smiled to everyone. She would flip her hair and then suggestively "accidentally" rub her chest by his arm. The boy of course didn't seem to notice and watched another girl with shorter hair walking towards them. Like him, she had a bright smile on her face and waved to practically everyone in the hall. Her smile was contagious that you couldn't help but smile and her round cheeks made her look as cute as a button.

She stopped in front of the boy and greeted the girl. She said something briefly before walking away; heading towards the direction Kibum was walking. She was quick on her feet and the boy soon left right after her. Somehow he managed to excuse himself from the girl that only looked like a lost puppy at his leaving. Kibum continued walking and noted the same shoes of the girl and boy from before shuffling into an empty classroom as she pulled his tie and locked lips with him. A twirl and flip of hair was all he saw after the door closed behind them. Kibum had not seen that coming.

He looked around the hall and everyone else was so into their own conversation or electronic devices that they missed what was going on under their noses. All they had to do was open a door and find who knows what behind that door. Not being one to pry into others’ lives Kibum continued on his trek forward. 

Soon enough his good for nothing guide had been right. The main office was right down the hall and pretty hard to miss. It was the only section of the hallway that was all glass. The door was even glass with the words Main Office inscribed by hand into the glass. Behind them was an oak desk that curved leaving a space to what Kibum figured was the hallway leading to the headmaster’s office. The whole building was furnished with fine woods and fixtures but out of everything inside the school, the office was the most modernized. Not that he complained. It was a nice difference. That section of the school was by far the brightest and no students were around to gawk at him. 

Well the girl behind the desk did stare at him as he walked forward and through the door. She said nothing and only watched until he was right in front of her, leaning one arm on the desk and the other buried in his pea coat pocket. He flipped the hair that fell in front of his eyes away with a head shake and stared at the girl. She was blushing and he was beyond himself to even try to wonder what it was he did that made her cheeks burn pink. Instead he cleared his throat and took out of his pocket the information he needed.

"I'm new here so..."

"Oh right,"

The girl behind the desk took the paper he was holding out and rummaged through papers taking out specific ones before checking something in the computer. Kibum decided to look around the office at the pictures of the present and past headmasters. He quirked his lip up and scuffed at the sight of the person he knew had no clue what went on inside the school. Pulling his arm back he stuffed his other hand in his pocket and aimlessly walked around the office seeing every little detail he could. It was either that or stare at the girl that kept throwing glances his way.

"Here's your class schedule and locker number with combination. You're supposed to be in uniform but it says that your order got delayed so just present this note to each of your teachers so they excuse you for it. If you are in need of any help throughout the day, or ever, I took the liberty of placing my name and number there."

Kibum took the stack of papers from the girl and looked at the small note she wrote and squared on the paper behind his locker number and combination. Part of him wondered if she had written down that piece of information for herself. Her name was Eunji and she still smiled at him as he studied his papers. He looked up and briefly smiled before shuffling through the papers and noticing the list of books he would need for his lessons, which were already paid for, was not in the pile of papers.

"Thanks Eunji but do you happen to know where I could pick up my books?"

"Oh" her cheeks burned red and part of him couldn't help but think she purposely forgot to hand that to him. "They should be around here somewhere, I'm sorry."

Eunji's cheeks couldn't get any redder when she sheepishly took out his book list from under her daily task paper. Kibum pretended to not notice and smiled as she handed the paper to him. This time she made sure their hands touched for good measure. If he was slow at picking up signs he would have gotten it by now. He knew from the moment he entered that she was interested in him. The thing wasn't that she was unattractive but more along the lines that he wasn't interested in getting into a relationship with any of the high class preps of the school. 

With a bow he turned and left Eunji to probably chastise herself for what happened. It did make him smile a bit at the thought that she was even interested in him. Though he knew he was easy on the eyes and blessed with nearly flawless skin, he still felt touched at girls showing interest in him.

The sound of a bell rang and it took about five seconds before the hallways were cleared. Kibum didn't know how they moved so fast to their respective classrooms when he couldn't even pinpoint where his classroom was. He was late to homeroom, having no way of knowing what way to go. Abruptly he turned and slammed into a boy smaller than him. Part of him could have sworn he heard a squeak come out of the boy’s mouth.

Needless to say his papers went flying and both went crashing down. The boy rubbed his chest in pain while Kibum hurried up and offered his hand to the said kid. They hesitated in taking his hand before they finally did. Kibum pulled up the boy with no effort. It only confused him more as to why their hand was so small and soft. Once up it was pointless to try to see the boy’s features under his LA cap. Still they helped him recollect his papers before they hurried down the empty hall. Kibum looked at his paper and the last person in the hall, making up his mind.

"Wait, I'm new here and I have no clue where my homeroom is."

The boy stopped in his stance and turned ba