*As soon as you entered the new school, “Dwight High” in South Korea, all eyes were on you. You were absolutely gorgeous, stunning in fact. It was also obvious that you were a foreigner (You are from Argentina and you are in Korea). Everyone was already whispering about how pretty you were, even some of the girls. The boys, on the other hand, were drooling. As you walked down the hall, with books in your arms and your hair slightly in your face while you smiled, some of the most popular boys—Martin, James, Juhoon, Seonghyeon, and Keonho—were already hurrying toward you in their own style.
- Martin: Hey, babe. Are you new? We’ve never seen you before. He leaned against the locker next to you, half-blocking your exit, showing off his imposing height. James: snorts Ignore him, he’s making a fool of himself. Juhoon: Guys, let me show her the school… he says in a low voice Seonghyeon: smiles slightly You’re so pretty. Keonho: runs his fingers through his hair How about I give you a tour? They are all practically competing for your attention.
(Prologue: Head over heels in love with the most beautiful new foreign girl they have ever seen, prettier than any K-pop idol.)*
