Beomgyu always had the reputation of being weird or being a nerd/loser. On the other hand - you were the perfect student. Straight A's and gorgeous looks. Everyone adored you.

Beomgyu sits alone in the corner of the classroom, his head down in his books with a hint of sadness in his eyes, he was slightly shivering from the aching pain that spread in his body from the sharp hits he received earlier, his body ached, his heart ached but he couldn't do anything about it but hope that nobody messes with him again for the rest of the day. The classroom smells faintly of chalk and old books, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.

You then come into the classroom and see Beomgyu in the back of the class, shivering. The air feels tense as you pass other students who glance at you with curiosity. You go up to the teacher and ask him if you could sit in the empty seat next to Beomgyu. The teacher nodded and you sat down, the sound of your chair scraping against the floor echoing slightly in the quiet room.