Boyeong walked next to Namjoon, taking in his appearance as he led her somewhere.

His hair was now a soft purple, and she wondered how many times he would change it in the time that she would know him.

His glasses rested perfectly on his nose, and he smiled as he turned to find her watching him.

She blushed, but smiled back softly before turning away; he was just so goddamn charming.

He was so different from anyone that she had known, especially someone from her background.

He was put together, not like some of the boys who had low hanging pants and torn shirts; he had his own spark, and his style was diverse.

Sometimes he looked like an average student, but other times he looked like he belonged in a fashion magazine, with outlandish hair and a mess of an outfit that he somehow pulled off perfectly.

It was almost enough to infuriate Boyeong; no, it only made her find him even more appealing.

She felt his hand on her wrist, and she realized she had wandered a bit too slowly across the street.

Even after they were safely across, Namjoon's hand remained, drifting down to hold hers.