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Monday blues chased after Sana as she trudged to school. She'd gone back to the park on Sunday, but she hadn't met Jun again. For all she knew he probably had a girlfriend, what with that face and build. His character seemed funny enough too.

She was playing her bad mood songs through her airpods as she walked into her classroom with Seulgi. Irene was already in school – she was always early.

The bell rang and Sana gazed out of the window onto the tennis courts, wishing for some drama to go down so she could get back to business. The thrill of the past week had already died, and her breaking into the teacher's room now seemed like a vague dream – boring and unimportant.

The teacher had been talking, and Sana hadn't been listening, but her head perked up once she heard, "transfer student". Sana always knew whenever a TS was arriving, but this was totally unexpected. He walked in. Tall figure, wide strong chest that showed beneath his slightly too small uniform, W  I  D  E shoulders, a sharp jawline and nose, and slightly droopy eyes with double eyelids.

"Hey, I'm Wen Junhui. Chinese. Nice to meet y'all and I hope you're not annoying." he introduced himself. Sana's jaw dropped. A ripple of laughter and noise moved through the classroom. Their eyes met. Junhui raised his eyebrows, taken aback.

Sana's jaw was still hanging open and she shut it once Seulgi nudged her. "It's him!!" Sana hissed out of the corner of her mouth to her best friend. "Really?!" Seulgi replied in shock, looking back at him. He moved, and all eyes were back on him. "He's hot!" Seulgi added, earning a kick from Sana.

Sana had to admit...this guy looked damn hot in a uniform – a tight uniform at that. His tie wasn't pushed up to his throat, but had been pulled down slightly and had three buttons undone, exposing a thin silver chain that rested on his prominent collarbones. She could see the bulge of his chest beneath the material and the strained sleeves of his uniform that tried to contain his large shoulder muscles and biceps.

He walked towards Sana, a slight smirk on his face and their eyes locked, until he broke the contact and slid into the seat behind Sana, next to another Chinese student, Minghao. The girls in the classroom were murmuring so much that their teacher had to slam his stick on the front desk to shut them up.

Jun leaned forward. "I told you I'd see you around, huh," he whispered, hovering close to Sana's shoulder, giving her goosebumps on her neck and down her arms. Sana tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at him out of one eye. "I guess," she said coolly turning back to face front.

Seulgi looked as if she was hyperventilating.

During the class, Jun's name was called many times because he kept on fidgeting; rocking his chair; tapping his pencil; clicking his pen; drumming on the table; dancing. Every time the teacher did so, waves of giggles and whispers erupted. Mr. Park was so frustrated he simply assigned them homework so fast that some of the students didn't even catch his words before he stormed out of the class at the sound of the bell.

Jun jumped up immediately, stretching and moving around as the rest of the class rushed out to get to the cafeteria. Seulgi and Irene went out ahead of Sana, and soon it was just the two of them left in the class. She was re-applying her lip gloss when Jun took the chair in front of her and sat on it backwards so his arms were resting on the backrest of the chair.

"I almost didn't come here," he said, glancing around with that same tiny smirk. It was so small that Sana wasn't even sure what it was. But she liked it. "A perverted teacher and a Principal on probation. My mom was too fed up to look for another school. Transferring here in Korea is hard enough."

"How long have you been here?" Sana asked him, still with half her focus on getting her gloss on just right. "Your Korean is good, I must say. It's just the a—"

"The accent that gives it away. Yeah, I know." Jun finished her sentence. "I've been here for just a month. We'd been planning to move here for years. While I was back in China I studied the language and spoke it with one of my Korean friends." He began tapping his right foot and jiggled his left at the same time.

"I just knew my ADHD would give me loads of problems," he muttered, standing up. Sana stood up too. She wanted to say something cool to make him feel better, but all she could say was, "Everything has its advantages and disadvantages, I guess..."

Jun looked at her and his kind-of-smirk widened. "Wanna go for lunch...together?" she asked, slotting in a well-timed hair flick. His kind-of-smirk stretched into a smile and he nodded. "Just note I walk pretty fast," he commented.

"Noted."

All eyes were on them as soon as they stepped into the cafeteria. Most people stared at Sana anyway. Aside from being author of the ATN blog, and top of her class in Computer Tech, she was admittedly very pretty. So Sana plus Jun equaled an explosion of visuals.

They had a double period of PE next, to which Jun was so excited for that he began changing in class, sparking up a tsunami of shrieks and giggles from the few girls who usually change in the classroom.

Jun ignored them and proceeded to take off his low-cut vest when Minghao stopped him and dragged him out of the class with a "Not today, girls" look on his face. Sana's face was pink.

When she'd gone down to the sports field where they usually meet, Jun was already speeding around the track in a sleeveless grey training hoodie. Sana naturally began her stretches, attempting to show off her flexibility. It turned out that Jun hadn't been watching. When the rest of class 2-2 arrived, their coach led them in warm-ups, scolded Jun for not wearing his PE clothes, apologized quite hastily after realizing he'd just transferred, and then allowed the class to get on with whatever sport they felt like playing.

The three best friends and usually Rosé, Seungkwan, Joy and Yeri either always played volleyball or tennis. They settled for volleyball. Unfortunately, the game didn't last very long because soon, they became part of the small crowd that was watching the heated soccer match the boys were having. Well, except Seungkwan who was grumpy because he'd learned a new skill he wanted to execute during their game.

Sana had never seen the boys so fired up before. But she knew Jun was certainly the cause. His team consisted of Soonyoung (but everyone called him by his nickname, Hoshi), Mingyu, Seungcheol and Seokmin. The two Chans – Lee and Christopher – Jeno and Jeonghan were on Yuta's team. Yuta's team had already been struck down by two goals from Jun. Yuta's pride was on the line – never before had some newbie guy scored two goals against his team in under ten minutes.

His long white-blond hair flew out behind him as he raced about the pitch, yelling orders at his teammates, occasionally in Japanese, which confused everyone but Lee Chan and Jeonghan (they took Japanese).

In the next two minutes, Yuta's team was back in possession, and Lee Chan and Yuta were within striking range. Chan passed well to Yuta who kicked it towards the goal – deflected by Seokmin! Jun's team was back in control now, and Mingyu passed the ball to Hoshi.

Yuta, fueled, charged at Hoshi, but Hoshi passed to Jun just in time. Christopher Chan came at Jun straight on. And it happened very fast.

Chan dropped to the ground in a sliding tackled (he was fond of those) and Jun squeezed the ball between his ankles and front-somersaulted over him. Hitting the ground on the other side clear of Chan, he released the ball and shot it cleanly into the free goalpost.

The crowd, stunned, were snapped back into reality by Yuta who was beside himself. Jun found Sana's eyes and locked his gaze on hers, topping it off with a smile. She blushed furiously.

How was Wen Junhui so cool?

A/N

Y'all know I'm going for that "Sexy Junhui" concept ;)

Hope you enjoy the ff

I'll try and post every other day.

Things will get spicy REAL soon >:)

hehehehee