✧ lobby

Sumin took an observe at her reflection on the mirror, fingers running through her hair to fix it. Today is her first day to her new school. She was feeling far from nervous, but hoped things are going well for her. Being a new student is what Sumin hates. She hates that she needs to make new friends and needs to adapt the new atmosphere she'll be living with.

"Remember to do well, okay?" her mother nudged her by the shoulder, cocking her brows.

"I know, omma." Sumin turned to look at her worried mother. "I'll be fine and I'll call you when I get to my room." She scooted closer and wraps her arms around her mother's figure to a warm embrace, pulling away with a soft smile then taking a step out of the car after the driver opened the door.

"Shall we get in, miss?" Her mother's secretary, Mr. Lee, gestured to the door after taking out Sumin's suitcase.

"It's okay, I can do this by myself." Sumin muttered in a monotone, pulling the handle of her suitcase after pressing its button. "You could leave." She parted her lips to a thin line then Mr. Lee went back to the car. She gestured a goodbye wave to her mom and she spun around, rolling her eyes while walking in to the building.

Her eyes scanned around the lobby, finding pairs of eyes watching her, but she never cared. She strolled towards the receptionist desk and her lips formed to a small frown as there were no staffs. She tapped her fingers against the desk while humming softly then suddenly an anonymous student wearing a sly smirk, arm resting on desk.

"Hey, pretty girl." He greeted while raising two fingers to a salute, Sumin's eyes averting to him, blinking in confusion. "Aren't you tired?"

"Tired of what?" Sumin tilted her head to the side, arching a brow.

"Tired of dancing in my mind." A cheeky grin crept on his face, Sumin keeping quiet with an uninterested expression later, eyes turning to the staff who came late.

"I'm sorry for being late, but what's your name, miss?" The staff heaved a sigh, placing her fingertips against the keyboard. "Sumin. Baek Sumin." Sumin softly responded. "Okay, here is your key to your dorm, map, schedules, and other stuffs." The staff handed some sheets and Sumin took it while dipping her head to a polite bow, murmuring a thank you after the staff gave her a warm welcome.

Sumin turned around, finding the student watching her with dreamy eyes. She let out a snort, rolling her eyes. "If you want to get my attention, do it better next time, okay?" She pat his shoulder and walks along the hallway.

"Do your best, baby~" His mother cooed as both her and his dad turned to look at him. "Try not to get kicked out and expelled this time. Always get good grades, study and--" Good father was cut off by his mom. "Shhh~ You're pressuring him." "I'm not. I'm just letting him know what's expected of him." "No you're not you're pressuring him." Both of his parents began to bicker and argue with each other as Xero rolled his eyes. Looking down at his invisible watch he sighed before leaning forward to talk to the limousine driver. "Just drive the limo to the front doors please."

Once the driver did as told, Xero got out the car. "Wait honey--" He closed the door before his mother could finish her sentence. He walked to the front doors, smirked and walked in. He bit his lip, scanning the room until he blinked at the receptionist at the desk, striding over to her.

"Name." Xero smirked and leaned foward. "You're kinda cute, ya know?" She forced a smile. "I can agree with you on the cute part but you're not particularly my type. Now give me a name." The silverette blinked. "Oh? So you don't like this?" He took off his spiked jacket and held out his arm, flexing his muscles a bit. She raised a brow, giving him a judging look. "Just give me your name so I can enroll you into this school!" He grinned. The first thing on his list now checked off; annoy the hell out of an adult.

"My name is Jiho but I prefer Xero." The receptionist sighed and wrote it down before handing him papers. "All of this includes your dorm info, the map of the university, and your schedule." Taking the papers, Xero leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Thank you ma'am." And with that, he picked his suitcase up and left.

"Enjoy your stay at Breel, Mr. Shin~"

"Are you sure you'll be okay here, Taeyeon-ah?" Eric Wang , her personal butler who was like a fatherly figure to her asked with his face painted with worry. The little miss nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll be perfectly fine." She said as Eric unloaded her luggage. "Take care of yourself alright? And I'll see you soon during semester break." He muster his words softly putting on his fatherly mode. Again, she nodded and hand out her hand. Eric hand out his hand too then they did their secret handshake like they always do everyday.

"Aye, I'll miss you so much Eric appa~" Taeyeon said brightly as she gave her butler a warm hug. "I miss you already." He said, returning the hug from his little miss that he had taken care of since she was on an infant. Taeyeon was like a daughter to him and loves her very much. As she wave to Eric after his car drove away, the latter grabbed her luggage and took a deep breath as she step forward.

"So this is Breel University~"

Taeyeon chirped as she walked into the lobby and scanned the place around her. She knew about this university from a senior of the Sky Comet Group who was an alumni here. Since this school are mainly filled with elite rebels, like herself; it might suit her well unlike her previous school in London. It's too elite and posh there that made her felt quite uncomfortable.

"Ummm...hello~ I'm the transferee from London and I'm supposed to get my dorm key and etc here?" She told the lady at the counter as the lady smiled at her. "Ah yes~~ Miss Kim Taeyeon right? I have your envelope here which includes your dorm key, map, scheduele and also some forms that you need to hand in to the office to comfirm your attendance here." She said, handing her a brown envelope with the university logo at the front.

Taeyeon sneak in a glance inside the envelope and nod as she smile brightly towards the lady. "Okie dokie then, thank you very much~" The lady smiled back as she turned away and start looking at the map.

Looks like her journey in Breel is just starting.

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She took a step forward. She's finally there.

Breel University, one of the well known school of elites, or elite rebels, perhaps.

Joohyun rested her hand on the handle of her white suitcase, other hand holding her phone, as she scanned the area with such astuteness. Her head was held high, an eyebrow twitching at the sight of some students who were acting rather carelessly as they blocked her view with intimate motions of /that/ sort of affection.

"Lovers, really." She muttered under her breath coldly, now taking a firm grip on her suitcase's handle and started walking towards a counter that stood out from the lobby. Her strides were long and graceful, her wedges making the slightest clacks on the stone floor as she finally faced the woman behind the counter.

"Seo Joohyun. Transferee." The younger simply remarked as the lady took note of her statement and gave her an envelope of who knows what was inside. She looked at the other with an eyebrow raised.

"Inside is the schedule of your classes, a map and key of your designated dorm, details of your locker and some other things you must sign for the confirmation of your transfer." The woman explained, Joohyun nodded, checking the envelope herself.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. May you enjoy your stay at Breel, Miss Seo."

The last comment slowly faded as she turned around to take her things to the dorm.

"Young Miss. We're here." The driver shook her gently to wake her up. Since her headphones were blaring in her ears as she slept, Chorong only felt the shake on her leg. As a habit, Chorong jolted quickly and twisted the driver's wrist. She opened her eyes realizing what she had done and let his arm go. "S-sorry." She said as she pulled off her headphones. She looked down embarrassed as the driver rubbed his injured wrist gently. He looked at her with fear and nodded once. "It's alright. We've arrived."

Chorong lifted her head up and looked out the window at the campus. This was it, her new school. She sighed softly and put away her headphones as the driver opened the door for her. She stepped out the car, she nodded and thanked her driver as he handed her bags to her and started walking into the lobby.

As Chorong walked into the lobby, she put on a usual poker face as she ignored everyone around her. She gave a small smile to the receptionist as she asked for her schedule. She waited as the receptionist found her schedule and gave her some papers and her dorm key. Giving a glance to her schedule, she smiled softly and thanked the woman. "Would you like to be shown around?" She asked.
"No, it's alright. Thanks again." She smiled again before walking away from the desk, looking at her schedule.

"How many times have I told you to ing do it right?" L. Joe barked as one of his butler fumbled with his bags. "That bag is holding precious cargo. So if you value your head, I suggest you get it right this time, !"

The 19-year-old continued to grumble. Not because his butler was doing a terrible job of holding his personal belongings but that he was forced to come to this school. Another school. This was what... the 11th one he'd attend in the past 3 years? Ha, L. Joe could care less. It's not like he needed school to get into the family business. Prepping es, looking over drug transactions, manipulating power and money, phah. There's no class that could teach him how to do that! He learned such a talent at home.

"Y-Your bags, M-Master Lee. W-W-"

"Yeah, yeah. Give me them, you imbecile. Tell that prick that he better fire you on the spot. Since I'm not allowed to anymore." The face of the butler paled. Beads of sweat began to drip down his face. That look of panic and fear and total defeat was a look L. Joe couldn't help but love. Sadistic? Yes. But that's L. Joe for you. He was one hell of a jackass.

Picking up his bags - carrying a backpack with one shoulder, a gymbag on the other, and trailing his suitcase behind him - L. Joe entered the university. He took one look around the lobby. Bah. One hand let go of the suitcase as he hastily dug around in his backpack. His grin was mischievous, cruel even.

Victory! L. Joe found the plastic bag filled with different colours of spray paint. He shuffled to the nearest wall, leaving his suitcase out in the centre of the lobby. In the clearest, whitest patch of wall, L. Joe began to vandalize. But not the idiotic type of vandalism with cheap inscriptions like "school " or "#yoloswag". It was much more than that. L. Joe let out an animalistic, satisfied chuckle as he painted.

It was a graphic scene of a snake being wrapped and gorily eaten by a king cobra. And it was only because L. Joe could.

Changjo sat in the back seat of the car, staring out the window, as the car made its way towards the university, thinking about what his adoptive parents had said a week before. They had told him that going to a good university would help him become sociable and would hopefully help him learn to trust people, but Changjo knew that none of that would happen especially since Breel University wasn't really the normal type of university. He had asked around and found out that people call it Rebel University and it was a university filled with rebels, though he didn't mention it to his adoptive parents because in all honesty, he would rather go to a university full of rebels then go to a university that was full of people that would try to approach him and be friends. Yeah he hated being around people, but he still had a few friends he always hung out with, ones that he could somewhat trust.

As the car finally pulled up in front of the school, the driver got out and made his way around the car to open the door for Changjo. He got out and sighed as he looked around at his surroundings, his face expressionless as he glanced at the driver. "This is the place?" He asked the elder male, receiving a nod from the driver. Changjo sighed again before grabbing his backpack and putting it on over one of his shoulders before motioning for the driver to leave and walked inside. He opened the door to the lobby and looked around, ignoring the few stares he was getting from some of the other students. He had never really liked getting attention from others and he would always just pretend to not notice, hoping that no one would try to approach him. He walked into the office and got his schedule from the woman inside, the woman telling him that she would show him around, but he ignored her and walked back out with his new schedule in his hand, deciding to explore the school by himself without the help of anyone. He didn't want to talk to anyone, teachers included, he just wanted to get through every school day without speaking to others and being approached by other students, knowing very well that people never did like being around him because of how cold he looked.

Luhan's eyes shone as they wandered all over the lobby, his body almost shaking from excitement. His parents had already come to accompany him for getting everything needed to be arranged before promptly leaving with sticky kisses and teary goodbyes. Luhan didn't feel sad at all though, practically buzzing with delight at the chance of being alone out the house, and for him to finally be around other people his age for once. He had been a bit grumpy at first, upset how he wasn't allowed to wear his favorite dress (with the big frills and the bow at the waist), but it was quickly forgotten once he set eyes on the school from the inside of the car.

With his schedule crumpled up in his pocket, he scurried further in, placing his bag onto one of the tables. Reaching for his back pocket, Luhan took out his schedule, and though it would bother him any other time, he smoothened out the crumpled sheet of paper without a fuss before looking over it. Luhan barely read it before he broke out into a big grin, quickly covering his face with the paper as a few students walked by him and oh...Luhan was so excited to make some friends, but he remembered how nervous he got around others, and oh no, what if he was too weird, what if they think he's not normal like his parents said?

"No!" Lu shouted, forgetting he was in a place with other people around. "Don't do that, don't think bad thoughts, I'll be fine, I'm fine..." he reassured himself. He can make it, there's no reason he wouldn't.

What Jungkook saw inside the campus was different than what he expected. His expectations of his new school as a high class, prestigious and strict school, slowly crumbled down, much to his delight. "Never judge a book by its cover, aye? Looks like you skipped that part." Jungkook muttered, mocking his parents behind their backs. His eyes darted around, observing the school ground. There, he saw girls with extreme short skirts and tight shirts that hugged their body tightly. And the boys were no exceptions. They had their pants low and loose ties. One word to describe the students were Gangsters and threw out the vibe of rebels.
"Wow. I feel home." He whistled to himself and shoved his hand into his pocket, dragging the luggage with his other.

It didn't take long for him to find the registry office. He simply opened door and walked in with his papers. After all, he was their new student, so they just have to put up with him, he decided.
"Excuse me, I believe I'm a registered student here. I would like to have my time table and books."

"Aren't you a bit impolite?" The lady at the desk raised her brow tauntingly.

"So? Should I be bothered?" He smirked, taunting back.

"Brats." She muttered, but Jungkook heard it anyway. He drummed his fingers on the table and watched the lady type away details that were given on the paper he passed to her. After a painful three minutes, she handed him documents back with a time table. "Your scheduled classes will start in the afternoon. And you are already late to join." She spoke and placed a bundle of books, room key and small stick note with locker combination. "Good luck in failing this year, you brat."

Jungkook took them. "Why thank you. I'm flattered." He mockingly saluted and walk off. See you , he added.

Now, didn't he have a class to attend? He looked at his timetable and groaned. In black bold letters was the name of subject he hated. HISTORY.

Jungkook sat silently during the whole journey to the school. 'Breel? Seriously?' He silently snorted. 'It sounds like an anagram for rebel.' He was blinded by anger and hatred towards his /parents/ at that moment. It was like they knew Jungkook was going to be expelled from his previous school. And there, he had the proof. He saw a luggage bag with his cloths and some school documents in a clear folder on top of it.
It pained him deep inside. Especially, without a second thought or a word, they dragged him out and started driving off to a new school that he had heard about once in a while. Wasn't he their child? He wondered if the thought that Jungkook just wanted to be with his parents, ever crossed their business minded minds.

Till they reached the school compound, no one uttered a word. Just the uncomfortable, taunting silence. He, then forced to make his expression blank, his mind thinking of a plan. The new school. It is far away from home and his mind was made up. He isn't gonna give a to what they think. When they clearly don't bother, why should he?

"Jungkook," His father's firm voice snapped him back to the reality. "We have reached here now." Jungkook simply started at him. 'We'? How did the term 'we' come here, he thought.
"You have been showing bad discipline ever since you were eleven-" Jungkook snorted in amusement at the his father's statement. Eleven? Was he serious? At that age, he used to cry to sleep because he never got the chance to bond with his parents. Yes, he was a cry baby then, he admitted to himself, 'But surely not anymore'."-Anything that's funny, Jungk-"
"Whatever, dad. It isn't like you are gonna care. So good bye. Do whatever you want now." He spoke coldly to the surprised father, on his face. Before his father could respond to to his impolite comment, Jungkook was out with is baggage. His head held high and sauntered towards the campus with confidence. 'Hello school. Do not expect anything good from me.'

"Park Chanyeol. Sophomore level. 18. Paper please," Chanyeol groaned. the lady at the counter had asked to see his guardian or parents countless times, to his utmost annoyance. "But sir, we need your parent or guardian's presence to be able to verify your identity and content," the lady somewhat cowered into her seat as she spoke. Blame Chanyeol, but he had had a soft spot for weak girls. "Aish… Ara… My parents are overseas okay? Now hand the papers over," his voice softened as he immediately grabbed the papers out her hand, scanning it.

"Ugh… History is second period? Damn," Chanyeol ran a hand through his hair, huffing a breath and walking off.

@Kim Taehyung Jiwon waited for him to be completely out of sight before leaving her hiding place. She looked around to see if anyone else was there that she recognized. No one seemed to be recognizable so far, so she sighed in relief and dragged her suitcase up to the registration desk. Sitting behind it was a surprisingly young lady.

"Name's Kim Jiwon, now give me my schedule," Jiwon hissed at her, before she could even open .

The woman seemed startled, and then her facial expression changed to annoyed. "The kids at this school..." She muttered, whilst typing something on her computer. A moment passed before she held her hand out to give Jiwon the schedule. "Here, Ms. Kim," she said politely.

Jiwon snatched it out of her hand, wrinkling the paper as she held it so tight. She grabbed her suitcase with her free hand and marched off, heels making muffled sounds against the carpet.

((To the locker room?))

@Kim Taehyung Jiwon stopped as she saw him get up and go to the registry - which was where she was heading. "," she hissed under breath.

*okay, Jiwon. Just wait for him to be done and wait out of sight until then* she thought to herself. She looked around for a place to hide, and, upon finding one (a potted plant not so far away), she speed-walked to get to it, trying hard not to be noticeable as she stood behind.

She peeked out from between the leaves, watching him.

And that was when she realized why he looked familiar. It was Kim Taehyung - her fiancé's cousin. She'd be damned if he didn't know about the incident. Jiwon vowed to do everything in her power to avoid him - no matter what. She didn't want him to recognize her, too.

"…Ok mom."
"Yes, I will respect teachers."
"OK!"
Yejin was yelling over the phone to her mom, glaring at petite girl who cowered in fear. She huffed her cheeks and gripped tightly onto her luggage, muttering a few curses in her native tongue under her breath.

"I'm Lee Yejin." The girl was the complete opposite of what she agreed to be by her mom. She was genuine disrespect and rudeness, impolite and wild. "Now give me my ing schedule." A hand extended as the secretary shakily handed her the schedule.

"Well this is so ed up." The girl walked to her class, hoping she could find a bully to partner with.

"This place looks...decent," Sehun said to himself as he walked into the air-conditioned lobby of Breel University. He was impressed. If he knew this place existed last year, he wouldn't have to bear with the lowly peasants from his old school. Yes, Oh Sehun is a filthy rich bastard and he lives up to his reputation.

He wondered if he should attempt to be civilised or... Nah, the principal wouldn't expel him like the last one did. His mom made sure he'd graduate from this place by giving the principal a hefty sum of money. Life was good when you have money.
He'll just be his usual self then.

Sehun made his way into the hall, looking for his next target.

@Kim Taehyung Jiwon was about to start walking further in when the boy fell right on his face a few minutes in front of her . She blinked, startled, looking around to see if anyone else had seen him, before quickly composing herself. It wasn't her business if he couldn't walk for . She was about to turn away and go back to her business when she suddenly realized that he looked familiar.

Her breath caught in , her eyes widening. It didn't matter who he was or why she recognized him - anyone that looked familiar to her was dangerous. She looked around, seeing if there was any place that she could possibly hide. She turned away, hoping that maybe he hadn't noticed her, and began walking into the lobby, fast as she could, skirting around the room.

Jiyeon clutched on tightly to the hem of her blouse. She made this choice, she wanted this, but why is she feeling nervous and anxious about this? Dawning her new short hair, she made this her new beginning. She is finally somewhere she felt she belong. Embraced by the tall fearsome glass structure around her, she held onto her luggage and took her first step into the compounds.

Surrounded by students wearing the same uniform as her, she roamed around just like a normal freshman. She had missed the orientation due to her late submission of her application. She took another deep breath and approached the reception counter. "Hi, I'm Park Jiyeon. Um, I'm suppose to enrol today..." She was used to people helping her with this, but this time she was on her own.

"Oh yes, we have been waiting. Here Miss Park are your documents, everything you need to know is inside." The lady gave her the big brown envelope. Jiyeon took a peek into the envelope and returned an affirmative smile at the lady. "Thank you." She gave a light bow and made her way to the real entrance of this new life. "University, here I come!"

One hand on the handle of her suitcase and the other on the strap of her bag, Jiwon strut into the lobbey, heels clicking. Her wrists were still wrapped in bandages from the incident, and her straight black hair was tied in a ponytail. She stopped at the entrance, and her hand dipped into her pocket to grab her phone. Jiwon searched through her contacts, before finally landing on the contact labeled 'Eoma'. She pressed it, and put the phone up to her ear. It went straight to voice mail.

She rolled her eyes - of course her mother would reject the call.

"Eoma, I just want to let you know that I've arrived," she said. Her mother and father hadn't even been there to see her off. The closest to a goodbye that they'd given her was telling her to not cause any trouble and not bring another scandal to burden them. She dropped her phone back into her pocket, before grabbing the suitcase again and rolling it further in.

She smirked, looking around. Jiwon had definitely made no promises about that.

@Krystal Myungsoo observes the girl as she examines him quite unconsciously, which makes the former even more stiff around her. Was there something on his face for her to weirdly look at him like that? There was a flicker of recognition in her eyes, as if she knew him quite well, but the latter obviously paid vague attention to most of the irrelevant people he met. She is, undoubtedly, an utter stranger.

Looking over his shoulder, Myungsoo clicks his tongue in annoyance as he sees some guy wielding a camera and facing their damn direction. He wouldn’t be surprised if his name reaches the issue of the newspaper once again. It wasn’t even a legitimate newspaper—just some stupid compilation of gossipy articles meant to expose those poor scandalous people.

The guy diverts his attention back at the girl who looked pretty distressed at the moment. And when Myungsoo asks her if she was actually alright, she dismissively waves at him. He shrugs and purses his lips, soon slipping his hands to his jeans’ pockets. “So…” he begins awkwardly. The guy looks straight ahead before speaking. “I guess I’ll see you around. Again, sorry, and… well, take care of yourself.”

Mina trudged her luggage into the lobby and stood there, speechless. She took in the view of the lobby. The bright lights covering the ceiling, she expensive furniture. Even though she lived inside a house, similarly rich as the school, she was never allowed to venture and actually sit on it. She was locked up in her room, and only now, was she free. Good riddance to her step family and prison! She had heard alot about this university. The so called 'Rebel' university, which was disguised as Breel. It was smart really, how no one, but the students, understood the real reason and life on campus. It brought excitement to Mina. Being filled with joy, she dragged her luggage to the registration counter. A woman looked up to her and smiled.

It took a while to persuade her mother to let her be shipped off to a university. She needed to get away. From the house- the prison. From her so called 'father' who abused her, and from the depression she had from being locked up. From then on, she had always hated conceited people, like her step father. But what could she do? Simple. Go and live somewhere else. And the only option, Breel University..

"Morning, how may I help you?" Mina gave a small smile back, before replying. "I'm Kwon Mina, I'm on the enrollment list.." She pointed out. The woman changed her gaze to the paper infront of her and gave a curt nod. "Yes, here you are. Welcome! Here are you schedule, books, map, and locker number. Thank you for enrolling!"
After receiving the bunch of equipments needed, she balanced them on one hand and nodded as a thanks. Taking a deep breath she looked at the corridors. "Breel University.. here I come..."

Finally. That was the only thing - the only word - inside Sujeong's mind as she stood just by the opening of the Breel University lobby, her right hand gripping her cellphone while her left hand held the handle of her rolling travel bag. Finally, she was able to get away from the bishes and bastards who had the gall to call themselves her "family" - when it's all just a huge load of bullcrap because they never really treated her like a real daughter. Finally, she managed to convince everyone that Breel University was then her "dream U" because that is where she felt the most at ease in, that it was fine, that it wasn't going to "ruin her pristine image". They trusted her words, probably because they want one less nuisance in their life, and by letting herself get shipped to this university, she could say 'bye-bye' to their demanding faces. They all think that Breel U is the safest haven for their so-called fake princess Sujeong.

But oh, were they wrong. Were they /really/ wrong.

Running her gaze throughout the lobby for one more time, the female went towards the registry, letting the heels of her black stiletto pumps make soft 'tock' sounds against the smooth and polished flooring... was this marble or something? Her right hand was immediately flipping her phone so she could see. No messages from either the bish or the bastard she had of her so-called wonderful parents - but she was pretty sure that the family-company driver would still be looking at her from the window of the Audi that she got out from just minutes ago... or was it an Aston Martin?

Never mind. She said it was time for the /real/ Kwon Sujeong to live her life, not the sissy Sujeong that the oh-so-high-and-mighty Kwon family wanted to exist. She was really no money-born baby. But she's sure as hell going to have fun using the money given to her.

Liberty, here she comes.

@Myungsoo She stared deeply into his oddly familiar features examining him with much difficulty as his semi concerned slash irritated brown irises stared back at her. He soon looked away and looked around the people present in the colossal lobby who’s bulging eyes never left theirs. Probably talking about them by now.

Even the school photographer of the Rebel Press is there, holding his camera near his chest, possibly thinking if her picture will make the front page for their next issue. She sighed silently and focused on him instead. Meeting his gaze once more, only to find him leaning closer to her. Her eyes widened in surprise, thinking of something else. Earning her a mental slap from her inner self for thinking of something way overboard.

“Do you need help, or something, miss?” He mumbled. His breath against Soo Jung’s nape felt ticklish. A lump formed on , making her incapable to speak out an answer. Her grip against her books that she was holding, tightened. Causing a stinging pain to cease from her skin. She sneaked a peak at her hand only to see that it was bleeding. Another paper-cut, she guessed. She tried to ignore it and hid her hand behind her back so he wouldn’t notice. She cleared before finally answering. Only, her answer came out to be rather panicky than what she was planning to sound like. “Uhm. H-Help? No, not at all.” Waving her hand, her right hand, instinctively to show that she meant her point. Forgetting about her mild scrape that was bleeding. After a second later, she soon realizes that it was her bad hand. She retrieved it almost instantly, still hoping, for the second time that he won’t notice it.

[I hope it's okay if I godmod my older brother here because he's not in this RP LOL]

Chen looked up at the gates of his so-called new university. Honestly, why the heck would his parents think of transferring him to a new school, much less in senior real? He could truly not understand what's going on in his parent's minds, but surely he preferred not to protest about it anyway. He's not really planning to get in trouble again with his parents, thank you very much. He'd rather stick to their current plan and... well, plot a good plan later. Don't get him wrong; he was definitely not planning to sneak out of this university, no. He's probably way too mature to even do that. After all, the university itself seemed rather... amusing, in some way. He could not yet pin-point what was in it for him to see, but surely he was interested to start doing something...

He was snapped back into reality as he felt a pat on his shoulder. Looking to his side, he looked up at his brother. His brother who successfully passed high school and college despite having been known as a notorious troublemaker--which made Chen wonder, if being troublemakers run in their veins. Maybe their father was once like them? Or their mother? He could only inwardly laugh at the thought.

"Good luck, kid." His brother gave him a crooked grin. Chen only snorted in response. It wasn't that he had a bad relationship with his brother when in fact, they were actually more like partners in crime. Yes, the older would always poke fun of Chen--but Chen obviously found his way to get back at his brother all of the time, though, so they always ended up being fair to each other. At least. "Don't 'kid' me. I know you're thinking of something silly with my absense, hyung."

The older only grinned wider in response to what Chen had said. I knew it, he thought. His bully of a brother was thinking of doing something stupid while he was stuck, to live in a dorm. Sighing, he rolled his eyes. "Well, I have to go."

"See you soon." His brother waved goodbye. Chen could only mutter a 'yeah, yeah' before dragging himself inside the gates of his so-called new school. He had a bored look in his eyes when he entered--but honestly, he expected at least a single entertainment.

{{alright. just inform me if i'm doing anything wrong here.}}

Choi Seunghyun.

like an enigma he sauntered to the lobby. his steps calculated his head held high and proud totally unaware of his surrounding. he approaches the receptionist's table handling out his driver's license since that's the only identification card he currently possesses. he looked at her unabashed waiting for her to release him his schedules and school id.

nothing of this is new to him as he transfers from one school to another when things get's too much of a routine for him. it's been his and his father's eternal battle on how he keeps on ignoring education.

it's not that he's not thinking of his future but he just want to divulge into everything now before he gets into the working system which he is very much aware would be his life once he finishes college. the heir apparent, the next in line, the young master and all them bull. he'll have enough time for those but for now, a backseat it would have to be placed.

sparing the poor receptionist of his intense glare, he looked at the place taking note of every curves and turns that his eyes falls upon. this is going to be an interesting year side glancing at a group of girls wearing less, exposing more. his eyes followed a particular girl most probably his age and watches as her luscious legs scissored as she walked past him.

'definitely going to tap that.' he thought smirking.

the lady at the reception called his attention back and gave him his schedule and his ids but he kept his eyes glued on the girl's .

@Krystal “Look,” Myungsoo starts it off by clearing his throat. “I’m sorry if I’ve been too harsh since I was disoriented by you running along the—“

He stops himself from talking, seeing that the girl in front of him breaking into tears.

Myungsoo exasperates another sigh even more.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles closely to the girl as he taps her shoulders with an almost soft, panicky voice. “Don’t cry, please.” Myungsoo adds, looking around the people in the lobby. The two of them getting the attention of people in the lobby was just something Myungsoo least wanted.

Once again, he looks like a ing jerk in front of these narrow-minded, gossipy people.

Myungsoo shifts in his position, not knowing what to do. He can’t even figure out if she’s actually crying because of him. The guy’s already expecting rumors about him dumping another one of his “stupid” flings.

Myungsoo rolls his eyes in frustration.

He stands there, looking so stiff in front of this stranger. Myungsoo leans in closer, mumbling something close to her ear. “Do you need help, or something, miss?”

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( the convo between Chae + the chauffeur is in french u n u )

Legs crossed, hands delicately placed above her knees, and dull eyes hidden behind a pair of shades; Chaerin sighed as she aimlessly stared out the tinted windows. Gazing at the monstrous house beyond a gated perimeter, Chaerin impatiently tapped her index finger on the surface of her other hand. She sat waiting in the back seat of a long, sleek black vehicle. Not a limo; but definitely an expensive model of a vintage car from back in the day. Chaerin found limos overrated. In the driver's seat was the family's chauffeur, a noble Frenchman and the closest person to ever enter Chaerin's life.

Letting out another sigh, Chaerin turned to the chauffeur and spoke, "She forgot.". "Now mistress, I highly doubt Madam Lee would be so busy as to not even remember her daughter's enrollment into a prestigious school she so willingly sought out." the chauffeur responded, trying to make light of the situation as his eyes gleamed at Chaerin through the review mirror. "Just take me there. With any luck I'll be able to enroll myself." she responded, removing her shades and gently setting them into it's carrier. "As you wish mistress.", and out the car drove, onto the main streets; heading for the university.

Upon arrival, Chaerin awaited for the chauffeur to exit and open her door, taking his hand and stepping out as she eyed the massive building. "Is this really where you wish to be tending to your studies mistress?" the chauffeur asked, staring at the university as well. "Of course. Are you questioning my judgement?" Chaerin teased, flashing the chauffeur a sly smile. Grinning back, the chauffeur shook his head. "Not at all m'lady. Now I'll arrange for your bags to be delivered to the dorms, your papers are in order, and you know I am but a phone call away." the chauffeur exclaimed as if he knew all the right things to say. Handing Chaerin her enrollment papers, the chauffeur turned to face her, giving off a fatherly aura now. "Be sure to stand out m'lady." he finally said, smiling warmly at the girl. Chaerin nodded. "I always do." she corrected. With a quick exchange of pecks on each cheek, the chauffeur gave Chaerin one final squeeze and reentered the vehicle, driving back to the Lee Manor.

Pushing past the entrance of Rebel University, Chaerin approached the receptionist at the front desk. Passing her papers over the table, Chaerin flashed her most charming smile. "Ah yes, Lee Chaerin. We're delighted to have such an eloquent girl attend our school." the receptionist complimented, returning the smile to Chaerin. Nodding in agreement, Chaerin reached over to shake the woman's extended hand. "I'm delighted to be here ma'am.". Finishing off the final touch ups of her enrollment, Chaerin made eye contact with the woman once more.

"Welcome to Rebel University.".

"Wow." Using his index finger to push his favourite pair of glasses up, ensuring it sits perfectly on the bridge of his nose, he looked up, glancing around the huge but definitely not empty lobby. Clutching the student guidebook given to him, his free hand gripped tightly- and nervously onto the canvas strap. It was Kyungsoo's first day in the prestigious university his parents enrolled him into and he sure was feeling the butterflies and nervousness every student would experience. It wasn't because of the school or the students, it was simply because it was his first day. First impressions are the most important they say and he didn't want to screw it up on day one. Wetting his lips, he silently encouraged himself before taking his second step into the colossal-like university.

Indeed, he was the only son, heir to the Do Corporations, company majoring in architecture, most of Seoul's buildings were designed by his very own father, Mr. Do while his mother was a lawyer, her law firm automatically became a business partner of the Do Corporations. He led a life of flawless enjoyment, with his own chauffeur, personal chef, expensive clothing and his very own tutor to ensure he gets nothing but the best academic results. However, that didn't result in the fortunate teenager being a spoilt ingrate, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Kyungsoo is known for is maturity and independence, a factor gathering several praise and compliments from his parents' wealthy but shallow friends. He was the object of envy from his classmates, friends, parents' friends and even acquaintances.

Right now, he was about to begin yet another school year, attempting to be his class' top student and the apple of the students' eyes. Do Kyungsoo may seem like a typical nerd but he was nothing near geeky. His charming and quiet aura turns heads and quicken heartbeats. Adjusting his gingham shirt underneath his denim jacket, Kyungsoo's gaze darted from his reflection on the glossy wall to the entire student body before him, walking straight into the sea of wealthy kids; he was officially one of them.

'Do Kyungsoo', reads the name tag pinned to his jacket.

@Myungsoo “I—I’m sorry.” The voice that was sarcastically speaking a while ago said in an sincere apologetic voice. It wasn’t his fault though. He wasn’t the reason why she was being like this. It was not even close to the main damn reason. Soojung peeked through her fingers to look at the mysterious guy in front of her, he was kneeling in front of her, with some of her books on his hands wearing a semi-shocked and worried expression. Soojung hurriedly collected the books from his hands along with the ones still scattered on the floor.

“N-No,” She mumbled in a low voice, stuttering and choking at her own words as she wiped her tears away with her brand new uniform. “U..U-Uhm-- it’s not you.”

In attemp of getting up straight and leave as fast as she can, her legs chose to fell on the floor like a wimpy kid. “. Why?” She cursed mentally for being such a wimp. She strive for the second attempt and succeeded. She weakly managed to stood up straight, finally getting a good look of the mysterious guy.

Only, the guy looked oddly familiar. Why is that?, she asked herself mentally. Soojung stared at the guy momentarily as her mind searched for answers on whether she had met this guy before or who this guy might be. An answer popped up on her mind. Which she greatly doubts to be true, but not really.

Could it be?

Could he be the one?

The one that Soojung would stare at inside her father’s mansion? Is this guy the one on those huge expensive frames hanged up on the vacant room where she once entered by accident that turned into a routine when her curiosity bugged her on who that guy must be.

Could he be that guy?

( omfg. crappy, i know. sorreeeeh. babawi nalang. huhu ;~; )