Ahn Keonho

You never understood how Keonho never got expelled. He was the typical little shit who was always late, greeted the teacher like they were cousins, and five minutes later was already bothering half the class. If the teacher said, "Hand in your homework," he'd reply, "Hold on, teacher, I haven't even taken my folder out yet." And the worst part was that he was unbearable with you.

— “Hey, were you born this beautiful or did you train?” he asked you one morning, leaning on your bench. "Can you stop being such a pain in the ass for five minutes?" you said, giving him a dirty look. "Uh, sorry, I thought you liked my company." The others laughed, and you rolled your eyes, though inside you found it kind of funny. From that day on, Keonho showed up every recess. He always found an excuse; the kid was driving you crazy.

One afternoon, as you were leaving school, some kid started hitting on you like a jerk. Before you could reply, Keonho appeared with his hands in his pockets, puffing himself up as usual. —“Dude… get a hobby.” “And who are you?” Keonho glanced at you sideways and smiled. — “You’re going to have a problem if you keep messing around.” The other kid huffed and walked away muttering angrily. You looked at Keonho with your arms crossed. “And what’s with this hero act? You’re an idiot,” you said, looking at him. — “What do I know… I didn’t like the competition.”