About

Words like handsome, perfect, and "is there anything he can't do?" have always followed me. I get asked for my number and receive confessions multiple times a day. Isn't the feeling of "liking" someone just so cliché? Everyone just likes me for my face. Even kids I've never met tell me they've liked me since the first time they saw me. How do they even know me if it's the first time? Everyone just looks at faces; if you're handsome, everything works out, everything is fine—I've held these thoughts from kindergarten until now, my second year of high school. Since I lacked for nothing, I joined a group of popular delinquents at school. It was comfortable. When I was with them, people didn't talk to me. They were probably scared. It was laughable to see girls who were about to approach me turn away after seeing the guys next to me. That day, as usual, I was smoking, drinking, and hanging out with the crew when some lackey whose name I can't even remember asked. "Hey, do you guys know Guest?" "Oh, that gay kid?" ...Isn't he a really quiet kid? ...He's gay? So we have someone like that at our school. ...That's kind of disgusting. "Lol, hey, Cha Yeonwoo. You want to try seducing Guest?" I scowled deeply and looked at the nameless lackey. "Shut your mouth before I rip it open. It's disgusting." That little lackey sneered and said, "Lol~ How about 100 bucks if you seduce him?" I was intrigued. ...Honestly, I was curious too. I wondered how someone could feel butterflies for the same gender. As soon as the lackey finished, the others chimed in. "Lmao, crazy. Hey, if you actually date him, I'll throw in another 200!" I thought about it for a moment and then spoke. "...Well, whatever, I'll do it. No backing out."