The Homeroom Teacher Welcomed the new student, As the classroom falls into a hush, the door swings open, ushering in a fresh breeze that seems to spotlight the new arrival. Standing tall at the threshold is Lee Jae Yun, the transfer student from Seoul whose name had preceded him thanks to a concoction of rumors and anticipation swirling through the halls of this Busan high school. With a confident stride that matches his sleek, glossy appearance—traits encapsulated by his name, Jae Yun's gaze sweeps across the room, a half-smile playing on his lips as if he's already in on a joke that the rest of the class has yet to comprehend.

‘Fu..Another one…i bet he’s all plastic surgery and makeup…’ Yihyun says to his own mind while the transfer student walked upto the middle of the class

He smiled and bowed “I’m Lee Jae Yun, I hope we’ll all get along”

‘...Just another one of compliment fishers…’ Yihyun thought while the transfer student bowed and got up

"Take a seat over there, Jae Yun," the teacher directed, with a gesture towards the vacant seat that happened to be Yihyun's. As the words left his mouth, the classroom dynamic shifted: a flicker of concern shadowed the girls' eyes, whispers threaded with worry, while the boys tried to suppress knowing smirks, casting sly glances toward the unsettled crowd.

With an unhurried grace, Lee Jae Yun glided down the aisle, his presence commanding yet nonchalant, entirely aware of the silent theater unfolding around him. Settling into Yihyun's bench, he crossed one leg over the other, an almost imperceptible tilt to his mouth, revealing he'd caught every nuanced reaction—a silent acknowledgment of the ripple effect his proximity could cause.

*smiles, ready to continue the unfolding scene* alright, let’s keep the story going:

'...this guy…' Yihyun thought to himself, a battle within to maintain the composure his classmates were quickly losing. Every muscle in his face worked to suppress the anger that threatened to betray his own amusement at the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere. It wasn't just the arrival of Lee Jae Yun that coaxed out the hiddens ; it was the unspoken acknowledgement that the school’s daily monotony was about to be replaced by an unpredictable whirlwind embodied in a single individual.

For Yihyun, the day unfolded like the turning of a page within a well-worn ghost story. His presence, often drifting unseen through the crowded hallways, had taken a new form—a phantom in his own life. It was a shadowed existence where his voice seemed to falter before it reached the ears of his peers, a specter's whisper lost in the din of the living.

But today, as the girls flocked to his desk, a hive drawn not to the fading ghost of Yihyun but to the vibrant new soul, Lee Jae Yun, a different kind of isolation enveloped him. He watched, half-amused and half-bemused, as his once-ignored desk became a bustling hub of excitement, the air around it now humming with an energy it had never known.

With every laugh and batting eyelash directed towards Jae Yun, the phantasmal realm Yihyun resided in grew ever more tangible. Life, with its peculiar sense of humor, had thrust him into visibility by virtue of the most popular boy's adjacency.

‘...My quiet school life…” Yihyun Thought to himself while watching others talk to this guy ‘...Why? Him…I’m handsome too…Aren’t i…I’m tall too…and fit…Am i. seriously thinking to myself about what these losers do?...I’m pathetic…’

The School Bell Echoed through the hallways, marking the end of another ordinary day. Or at least, it seemed ordinary until Yihyun looked up from his desk and took in the scene surrounding him—an explosion of colorful flowers blooming around the figure of Lee Jae Yun. He scoffed inwardly, his thoughts a tangled mess of surprise and irritation. 'Is this how it'll always be now?'

As he made his way out of the classroom, Yihyun felt a sudden tap on his shoulder. He turned, bracing himself for what was likely to follow—an extension of the floral spectacle he'd just left behind. But it wasn't the eager faces of girls or the admiring glances of boys that greeted him; instead, it was the very source of his displeasure himself, Lee Jae Yun.

"What's your name? You never talked to me," Jae Yun queried in a casual tone, as if such an inquiry were nothing out of the ordinary. The question caught Yihyun off guard, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity bubbling up within him.

Without skipping a beat, Yihyun responded with biting sarcasm, "Piss off, asshole," his words sharp as knives as he spun around and continued his stride out into the hallway.

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Yihyun stepped into the quiet stillness of his home, the silence greeting him like an old friend accustomed to his solitary return. The walls held memories, some beautiful, some painful, and the photograph of his parents held a place of reverence amidst it all.

His father, a figure of strength turned distant by grief, had left young Yihyun to navigate life's complexities alone—a boy who never knew a mother's touch, his very arrival into the world stealing away the beating heart that should have guided him. This cruel twist of fate left a rift between father and son that time had yet to mend.

The house, though filled with all the necessities one might need, echoed with the void of a fragmented family. Yihyun, now accustomed to the hollowness, moved through the rooms with a resilience learned too early in life. Each week, a reminder of his father's detached care arrived in the form of monetary support

As the door closed behind him with a soft click, Yihyun was enveloped by the familiar quiet of his too-silent home. With each step, a familiarthought crossed his mind, laden with weariness, "Why am I living? What's the point of all this?" It was a moment of vulnerability, one that echoed off the empty walls and settled into the corners of the empty rooms.

He let out a heavy sigh in the dim light of the kitchen, the stark reality setting in – he'd forgotten to pick up groceries again. A pang of resignation struck him, and in that instant, he decided to forego dinner. Food seemed like too much effort for a night already strained with the burdensome thoughts of existence.

Dragging himself to his bedroom, Yihyun gave in to the exhaustion that wasn't just physical; it was an exhaustion of the soul, the kind that seeps into your bones and weaves itself into the very fabric of your being. There was no dinner, no conversation, just a tired young man and his bed – a silent respite from the questioning whispers of life…

Yihyun lay in bed, the stillness of the room punctuated by the grumbling protests of his stomach. He had tried to ignore it, tried to bury the discomfort beneath his blanket of weariness. But when the rumbling grew too insistent to dismiss, he finally relented.

Pulling himself from the tangled sheets, he donned a jacket and stepped out into the night’s embrace, heading toward the 24-hour convenience store.

The store's fluorescent lights flickered a welcoming glow as Yihyun walked through the aisles, finally grabbing a cup of ramen – a simple, solitary meal that required little effort yet promised warm relief.

As he made his way to the counter, the cashier offered him a tired yet friendly smile. A familiar face in the small hours of night, she was a night owl like him, their interactions brief but regular.

"What Happened? Too lazy to cook?” the cashier asked casually, her hands practiced in the art of scanning items.

"...Just tell me the price" Yihyun responded as he placed the ramen on the counter.

"That'll be 1,200 won," she said, too tired to even get irritated

*nods, reshaping the night's events with a more indifferent Yihyun*

After exchanging the 1,200 won for cup noodles, Yihyun made good use of the convenience store's hot water, sitting at a corner table to savor his modest dinner amidst the fluorescent glow. The warmth of the broth contrasted with the cool, impersonal air of the store, offering a momentary solace from the chill of the night outside.

After filling his stomach, he headed home, his thoughts far removed from the happenings around him, the chilling whispers of night's secrets seemed to barely touch his consciousness.

he head back into his house, the convenience store's illuminated signage fading behind him as he ventured down the familiar, streetlamp-lit path toward home. It was during this quiet journey that a strange noise cut through the tranquility of the neighborhood. Unsettling yet vague, it was a sound that seemed misplaced in the stillness of the night.

Yihyun paused, the sound registering in the back of his mind. But his reaction was nothing more than a fleeting moment of curiosity. With no particular interest in exploring the source of the noise, he shrugged indifferently and continued on his path. The comfort of his bed awaited, and the night's mysteries held no sway over his pressing need for rest

Upon returning home, the quiet of Yihyun's space welcomed him back, a stark contrast to the faint hum of life he left behind at the convenience store. He settled into the familiar curves of his lived-in bef, cup noodles now a memory, and pulled out his phone to scroll through the digital tapestry of social media, messages, and news—the soft glow casting moving shadows on the walls.

His thumb moved mechanically over the screen, images and text slipping by in an endless stream that neither caught his attention nor his care he put the phone away, It was a ritualistic unwind, a way to lull his thoughts into quiescence before the weariness claimed his consciousness completely, His breathing slowed, deepened, succumbing to the rhythms of the night, his scrolling through the world giving way to the quietude of dreams…He slept while hugging his pillow close to himself, imagining as if it were a real women loving him.

The new day broke quietly, sunlight creeping through the blinds as Yihyun, groggy from sleep, he got up and went to the bathroom and decided to brush, he walked outside the bathroom, shuffled to the window, toothbrush in hand. Mid-brush, he paused, the bristles still in his mouth, as his gaze landed on an alarming sight that disturbed the morning's peace.

Down below, the normalcy of the neighborhood was shattered. Three lifeless bodies lay sprawled, the gruesome detail of their condition suggesting a violent end. The scene swarmed with activity — police cordoning off the area, forensic experts bent over the grim tableau, their movements meticulous as they examined each corpse.

Around them, a growing crowd of onlookers and frantic press members clamored for a view, their voices a rising cacophony that filled the once-tranquil air. Cameras flashed, a stark contrast to the sinister quiet of the scene they captured.

As the morning sun cast its light upon the horrific scene, it became apparent that the brutality inflicted upon the bodies was of a particularly savage nature. Each corpse bore gruesome injuries, with their abdominal and thoracic regions visibly compromised. It appeared as though these parts had been either viciously torn or meticulously excised, a chilling testament to the violence they endured.

Forensic teams moved with a grim professionalism around the bodies, their examination detailed, as they documented the extent and nature of the wounds. The precision of the injuries hinted at a disturbing intentionality behind the acts, leaving the onlookers and even the seasoned officers unsettled by the graphic reality laid bare in the light of day.

For a moment, a fleeting smile, eerie and out of place, crept into the corner of Yihyun’s lips as he peered through the window. It was a reflex, perhaps born of disbelief or a coping mechanism to shield his mind from the stark violence portrayed mere feet from his home. But the smile was short-lived, banished by a swift, self-inflicted slap that brought him back to the gravity of the situation.

With a newfound sense of urgency, Yihyun shook off the remainder of his daze, hastily finishing his morning routine. There was an unspoken understanding within him that life, with its unpredictable and often dark twists, trudges on, and so must he. With a last glance at the chaos unfurling outside, he grabbed his things and prepared himself to step out into a world that now seemed a shade darker than the day before.