8th of june 2015

“Then the two of you must be Jihoon and Soonyoung,” Said the man who sat on the chair behind his desk. He looked like an average middle aged man in a suit. There's no doubt that he’s the school principal whom they never met before. In front of him a boy was standing with his back facing at Jihoon and soonyoung. “Both of you, come here”.

Jihoon and Soonyoung moved and stood next to the boy. The boy was taller than both of them, he has a distinct look with his white hair,  big eyes and plump lips. His eyes were set on the ground as he kept not even bothered by the presence of the additional two people.

“Show me your hand”.

Eyes widened by the sudden request from the principal. Jihoon’s and Soonyoung’s, to be exact. The guy in between them was surprisingly calm. Calm enough to give up his hand. The upside down triangle sign was there, the same sign that marked the other two boy’s right wrist. As they found it similar to them, they decided to give their hands too. 

“I was generous enough to let the three of you walked around in school with that gray hair on your head but it was my limit. A tattoo will get each of you minus a  90 point” His voice was firm and clear, “If any of you even pay attention to the rule book than a minus 100 points will lead you to the exit door, a dropout. And by just missing a homework it will cost you 15 points, so you boys better behave” 

“Okay,” Everyone looked at the boy who set his head high, “Now may I go home? I have some errand—“

“Choi Seungchol minus five points!”. It was only five minutes before the bell rang, but it felt like forever to them. The air was heavy, and the floor was cold. It's like everything was against them, “Look at how snobby you guys are on your first day of school. and aren't you the class president, Mr. Lee? Aren't you supposed to be the role model? How are you going to lead your class with that hand?”

Jihoon fisted his hand, “Yes,” There was no explanation to be told since he doesn’t have one.

“I want you all to dye your hair black and wear a band aid to cover that thing on your wrist. Everything must be done by tomorrow,” The man solved, “Now go home, You are all dismissed” 

“Hyung! Are you okay???” Seungkwan and Dino were waiting in the hallway, “What's wrong??”

“The principal told us to dye our hair black,” Jihoon leaned on the wall, “That’s it” And lied to his dongsaeng.

“He was young, but old fashioned, I bet he’s still single” Soonyoung added.

“But your hair has been white since we don’t know when…” Dino played with Soonyoung’s hair, “What are you going— wait, who is that guy?”.

All this time, there’s a guy who was standing not far from them. No, other than, “Choi Seungchol, if I’m not mistaken”.

He seemed like he was waiting for someone, his eyes were never off his phone.

Seungkwan tried to recognize him, “Who is he? I never saw him before” 

“That’s because he’s a senior and supposed to sit in front of me,” Out of Nowhere, Jeonghan, Seokmin and Jisoo came. “He got some reputation, tho. I thought he already transferred school or something…”

“He’s scary…” Seokmin continued.

As if he knew that they were talking about him, Seungchol went outside and leave them be.  

“Hyung, what the hell happened?” Wonwoo ran to Seungchol who just arrived at the parking lot.

“Are you okay?” Followed by Mingyu who’s never far from him.

“Of course I’m okay, stupid. It's not like it was my first time meeting him,” Seungchol got a key from his pocket and unlock his car, “I’m going to fetch him, you guys just go home first”

“No way, we’re coming with you!” Wonwoo opened the door and becoming the first person to enter the rusty sedan. “Right, mingyu?”

Mingyu moved to the other side of the car and sit on the front, “Yup! We want to welcome your brother too!”

They leave him with no choices, “Fine” but to enter the car and drive his fastest to the airport.

“How does he look like?” Wonwoo was unbelievably noisy as he kept on searching for someone that he imagined to be a mini version of Seungchol, “Does he looks like you? How old is he? Can he speak Korean?”

“He’s sixteen, and I don’t know whether he can speak Korean or not,” Seungchol took out a name board, written in English.

“Ha—n l—oi?” Mingyu tried to read it.  

Seungchol checked on the board again, just to make sure. “Its Hansol! Pabo, I wrote it right!”

“No, you wrote it as ‘hansoi’ ” The three of them turn their eyes on the new guy on the other side of the line. In between the crowd, one face can be seen in an instant. His voice was matched with the sharp face he got. A boy in a basketball shirt and jeans was looking at them from some distance. He seemed cold and annoyed, for some reason. “And I can speak Korean”

“Hansol?” Seungchol walked up to him, “Choi Hansol?” He calmly scanned at the boy in front of him.

“Yes, you must be, Seungchol Hyung” He bowed, “Please take care of me”

Wonwoo and Mingyu tried to understand the situation. They don’t look alike, not a bit. Hansol seemed more like a foreigner rather than Seungchol who they know as a full Korean boy. “Wonwoo-ya, is he the brother?”.

Wonwoo sighed, “I’m not sure, but they kinda look the same, in a way--”

“Guys, meet Hansol, my brother” Seungchol brought him to them, “Half brother, to be exact”

“Uh, yeah, I’m Mingyu” Mingyu bowed first,

“I’m wonwoo, nice to meet you” And followed by Wonwoo.

“I’m Choi Hansol, please take care of me” Hansol made his second bow.

“Are you sure that you’re his brother?” Wonwoo pointed at the older guy, “Cause you’re too polite and nice…”

“If that’s the case, then I’m actually no different than him. Hahaha” Hansol Chuckled, “We share the same blood from our dad, and as you can see, I’m a half. I was born and raised in New York”

They nodded, “Your Korean is perfect, you speak Korean in your house?”

“Not really, I learnt it by myself” Hansol scratch his back, “Ehm, that’s all, I guess…”

“Enough with the FAQ, we better go now, Cause I haven’t fully clean up the house” Seungchol grabbed the luggage and drag it with him, “Let's go!”

“Sorry, but as you can see, we kinda live in a slum” Seungchol unlock the house and let his brother come in first. 

A small house located on the second floor of an old building, it's almost on the outer side of Seoul is where they lived. Far from the blink and metro life. There's only one bedroom, one bathroom and a living room. Their house is full with scattered clothes and snack boxes. Papers are everywhere, covering the floor. A laundry of underwears also becoming the first thing to be seen once someone opened the door. The house is basically  a wreck ship.

Hansol put down his bag, “That’s okay, it's actually better than what I thought” 

“I like you already” Mingyu mumbled as he entered the house and place his shoe on the rack, “We should clean our shoes guys, it stinks”

“You do it,” Wonwoo walked straight to the bedroom, “Mingyu I’ll be sleeping on the left side”

Mingyu lock his eyes at the closing door, “Tsk, whatever” and quickly barged inside.

“I always sleep on the couch cause those two idiots uses the bedroom,” Seungchol gave his brother a cup of hot chocolate and joined him on the balcony, “They like to get violent, sometimes”

“Eh?” Hansol almost dropped the cup.

“No, not such things, they hits on each other… Wait, that doesn't sound right either… well, whatever, it's their business” He shrugged, “Anyway, you can sleep on the couch, I’ll be sleeping on the mat”

“Thanks, Hyung, but no its okay, I can sleep on the mattress” Hansol took a sip of the chocolate liquid to warm him. “This place is pretty” And by seconds the warmness has already filled his thoughts.

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“No, look” He pointed at the view in front of him, the city and its midnight life that fill with lights and neon, “It's cool”

“Weird, Never thought of it” Seungchol pouted, “Oh, wait, you see that building over there?”

Hansol looked at the 5th floors building not far from them. “Josei international boys high school?” And catch the big plank on the top of it.

“Yup, that's going to be your school for the next three years, starting tomorrow”

He shifted his eyes on his brother, “An international school? Isn't that like expensive?” 

Seungchol clung to the rail, “It is, but like, education has never been a problem here”. It was he turned to be soothed by the night’s breeze. “You don't have to worry, we pay no s for that school”

“Okay…” He wanted to know why, but he decided not to ask. “I was ready for a normal school though—”

“Tomorrow, you should find your own table, ” He cut off, “No need to sit with me at lunch”

“Why??” 

“Cause I told you so,” His eyes were firm when he said it, leaving his brother with no other choice but to nodded in one side agreement.

9th of June 2015

Seungchol turned around by reflects when someone patted his shoulder, “Looks good on you” It was Hansol who made it to catch up on him with a slight faint.

“What? the uniform?” Hansol looked at himself from head to toe, “Well, thanks, I guess? I never wear one though”.

The two of them walked together with only a couple turn left until they arrived at school. “Wheres the other two hyungs?” Hansol realised something.

“Still sleeping, probably. I don't know what kept them so long in that bedroom, is nasty as—“

“You like to curse a lot, don't you hyung?” Hansol chuckled, “no judge, just curious…”

Seungchol smiled for a little there, “You pay too much of attention”.

“I have a keen eye too, like what's with that tattoo on your wrist” He went directly to the arm, “Do we have some kind of privilege too at school?”

"Ah, its still here…” Seungchol looked at his arm again, “Not really— , I forgot to cover this up— Eh, do you have a bandaid?”

Hansol shook his head. “And one other question, abut your hair—“

Seungchol kicked an empty can in front of him. Made some noises in the empty alley they’re standing, “! I’m dead”. He rubbed his hair in anger and messed up the (It's actually already messy) white hair.

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“Hyung!!”. Hansol voice was the only thing to make everyone shut their mouth. And his eyes were the only thing for Seungchol to stay in sane.

“Hansol,” He tighten his grip on the guy’s hand as he kept in against the table. He twisted it, let it turn blue with the blood stop running to the palms. It was painful for the poor guy who’s now also the center of attention, together with Seungchol. Painful enough to make him scream in silence.

“! Its Seungchol again!” 

“ that guy is a monster!”

“An ! I bet he does that for fun!”

“Go to hell Seungchol!!”

Noises of hatred filled up the cafeteria. Eyes are set to hate on one guy at the center. “Choi Seungchol Turn yourself to the principle office, now” The microphone has made its voice and settled everything.

He finally got to let go of the hand. By just walking himself out, he made everyone go back as he passed them by. Everyone is there, everyone watched it. “This is why you better not sit with me, ” he muttered to his brother when their eyes met.

note: done with the intro...