No one liked to be new. No matter the size of one’s ego, and it would be too kind to say that Minjoon’s was the size of a house, there was always a sense of uncertainty which lay ahead of new beginnings. Minjoon, in particular, was not worried how he would get along with his peers. He was unconcerned with the usual tribulations of a fellow student, who cared about fitting in well and keeping up with their studies. As a matter of fact, the self-entitled chaebol heir whose kingdom had just collapsed on his head did not think he would not blend in. There was always a way to do so, at least he usually found one, whether it was paved with his excessive money spending or good looks of a nonchalant sybarite.
People could be bought, his father had taught him that ages ago, and Minjoon thanked him for that because it made his existence a whole lot easier.
At least until a few months back.
What couldn’t be bought, Minjoon would however realised, was a peace of mind, at times of high distress. He had gone to the boarding school willingly; his mother did not have to tell him twice and this was the only time when he took her seriously enough so as to obey her wishes. He complained little, if at all, as she managed his suitcases and sent him off, quite literally to the hills, where she deemed the only son of the Kim family would be safe. Locked away by ranges of mountains and the walls of a private school, he was to remain there until coast was clear.
But a peace of mind, though awfully needed, wasn’t going to come easy for, despite him being convinced he would be allowed a singles’ room, less than two days after his arrival to school, the door knob of his room turned once or twice, much with hesitation, and before he could do anything to stop it, Minjoon saw the entering of a young boy, likely his age, stepping in. Brows furrowed presently as he observed the new-comer. “I could have been naked, you should knock before going in,” he mumbled from his bed where he had been enjoying a comic book in the past hour, after having decided to skip a class.
“Who the hell are you? I think you may be lost, kid, this is a singles’ room.” Sure it was. That must have been why there were two closets and two beds in it, but Minjoon was going to swing it.
