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Dijacova high: Welcome to the school of the rich
*Before you read the story I have a few warnings. First of all this is a gay rom-com book. Meaning it has boyxboy action. Yes this story is mature which means cussing and eventually some naughty naughty.
I'm not Korean so a few things that appear in this book may not be accurate but I will do my best to deliver the appropriate stuff.
This book is cliché asf so expect a lot of unrealistic things cause I'm a huge romantic.
This book comes with a chat story that I will update with every chapter. Every chapter from the chat story which is: Dijacova student's platform, will approximately be a 1000 words or more.
Expect a emojis from me that look like this ^_^ and this (ˉ(∞)ˉ) or maybe this is (´⊙ω⊙`) (lol)
Everything in this book including the school is all a fiction of my work. Every person as well so if there is any resemblance to an actual person or place it is merely a coincidence.
This is my work so place refrain from stealing, copying and pasting without my explicit permission.
The chat story contains pictures of my characters though a few things will not be accurate about the models I use for these characters but there are enough resemblance.
The picture of the cute little auburn haired boy below is Sam Kyeon: My sweetheart 💖
You may start ヘ(^_^)ヘ*

Sam Kyeon
Sam ran his fingers through his auburn hair with his earpiece in his ears. The wind from the car's windows blowing against his face as he listened to the soft yet subtlety crusted voice of Tae-hwan Eun.
~Baby I still hear your voice late at night~
The thought of his future twirled in his head as he laid his head at the side of the car window, and his hazel eyes followed the buildings that blurred passed him.
~I still feel your soft touch on me~
Sam Kyeon thought of his new school. Never in his life had he expected to end up in The United Emirates, headed for the most esteemed school in the world.
Before he won his scholarship back at the slums of Seoul he'd read about it. Hell the cops at Seoul used to paste the school ad all over buildings.
The most prestigious school there is. School for the rich Sam's brothers used to call it back at home.
Dijacova Graceson highschool.
An all boys boarding school for the rich and influential.
"Kid!" Sam's eyes widened at the cab driver before he took out his earpiece.
Sam opened the car and stepped out of the car after grabbing his bag pack and swinging it on his shoulder.
"We're here." The tanned skin cab driver said, leaning against his yellow taxi.
Sam glanced at him then at his iPad to look at the beeping red ping on the device. "Are you sure?" Sam asked, every syllable with a heavy dab of his hometown accent.
The man nodded. "Dijacova Graceson high right?" Sam nodded at the question. "We're here." The driver confirmed looking to the side.
Sam craned his neck at the building in front of him. Beautiful was the first thought that crossed Sam's mind as he stared at the majestic school in wonderment.
The gates of the school were toned gold tall bars. Sam wondered if they were truly made of gold or just colored gold?
The bars had thin separation from each other, tall enough to share height with the entire school, with a silver metal template on the middle bars. Dijacova school for the privileged was inscribed on the template in a bold gold italic manner.
The school itself behind the gates was a mix color of gold and silver. The roofing was a vintage Arabian styled design and colored gold, while the rest of the building spread out along the field behind the gates.
Sam stepped forward in awe, and gripped the cool bars of the gate.
"Are you sure this where you're headed kid?" The tanned driver with a thick arab accent asked as he stepped beside Sam dropping Sam's luggage.
Sam nodded, and glanced down at his iPad. "Yes, tis my direction." With a wide smile on his face Sam replied.
The driver dropped his hands from his waist and shrugged. "Whatever you say kid." With that he walked back into his car and drove off.
"Jesus Christ...." Sam muttered in Korean grabbing his luggage from his side.
Sam paused for a second, curious and confused as to how he was going to get in. His hazel eyes glanced to the end of the gate for someone minding the gate or something but no one was there.
He walked closer and stuck his head near the bars to look for anyone close by. How the hell did people get in? Sam thought standing there.
"Sam Kyeon?" A voice suddenly boomed startling Sam for a spilt second.
Sam inched closer. "Yes?" He responded to the voice.
"Welcome to Dijacova Graceson highschool." The voice replied then there was a static noise till there was nothing.
Startled Sam tripped back a little as the gates suddenly began to open on their own. Holy- Sam's eyes went wide in awe and wonderment.
Sam swallowed almost frozen on spot at the full sight of the school without the gates. He released a low haughty laugh as his legs began to move.
His hazel eyes twinkled in the sun making the specks of honey in his swirl almost like liquid. Sam's auburn hair turned fiery from the heat of the sun. But that wasn't the true spectacular, no, it was Dijacova high.
The lines of tended flowers rolled out all over the school. Each flower different and vibrant, that Sam almost wanted to reach out and touch the ones by his side moving forward.
He could see students up ahead by the water fountain of a merman on a rock releasing bright blue water from it's concrete mouth into the small pond.
Boys gathered around the fountain chatting and laughing with familiarity. There was other student by the garden–like environment near the fountain with flowers everywhere and two bench each across of each other, separated by a picnic wooden table.
They had bags slung on their soldiers or books in their hands. Either seated on the bench or the table.
Sam passed by students on the steps to the revolving door. Some of them were glancing at Sam as he passed them. One of them glanced up at him from his video game, paused for a second, snorted then went back to his game.
Sam's eyebrows knitted with three words in his mind snotty rich kids.
Sam's eyes went up as he reached inside the School. He couldn't help the smile that reached his eyes at the sight of the wonderment.
The ceiling of the building had silver star-like four-point polygon designs that shone like actually stars on the golden ceiling with silver poker-dots along with the star-like design.
Sam wished he could reach out to them a just grab– "Mr Kyeon?" A feminine voice snapped hi m out of his whirlwind of fascination.
Sam turned to the side where the voice came from. A woman stood inside a small silver booth with gold roofing nearest to the walls close to the revolving doors.
The woman with deep blond hair, and albino skin rose one blonde eyebrow at Sam's staring.
Sam blinked, snapping out of it. "Uh...Um....Yes." He sputtered with a nod.
She stared at him blankly for a second or two before cracked into soft smile. "Alright. Here is your student ID," She pulled out an ID from the booth. "And your map. Now you must find the Dean's office first, he'll direct you where to next."
She handed the map and ID to Sam which he collected and gave a small bow, before taking her quietness as a hint to get going.
"Welcome to Dijacova Graceson highschool Sam Kyeon!" He heard her say as he began walking away.
Sam smiled like a creeper staring at every single thing around. This was all too new for him. Not just the fact that this school could buy him, buy the raggedy house he stayed in back in Seoul and still have enough to feed all the hungry children In South Korea. But also because he'd never been to school before. He did have a basic education back home but that was about it. His teenage days he spent trying to hack into government servers.
The boy was smart, he knew, everyone knew. His IQ level was extraordinary and off the charts, that was the only reason he got the scholarship in the first place. He hacked into Dijacova high top-notch security system in just 3 minutes. His oppa (Big brother), Minnie had always said he would be the best out of all them.
He may not have gone to school, and his English maybe rusty but Sam Kyeon knew he was a bloody genius–
"What the he–!" Sam was ready to exclaim in Korean when the perpetrator that bumped into him rose his eyes at him.
Grey. Bright grey eyes were the first thing Sam noted about him.
"Sorry..." A deep yet soothing voice trailed off in Korean.
Sam pushed his drooping glasses further up his eyes, as they followed the strangers movements.
He reached down to grab Sam's iPad from the ground. His fringe-like grey hair with frosted tips fell over his face as he did.
His quite lean yet muscled arms flexed from his white button up long sleeve uniform crouching down and getting back up.
Creamed skin almost pale looking under his white button uniform. Blonde-like golden thin eyebrows as fair as his thin eyelashes knitted as his bright grey eyes stared at Sam confused.
The silver star designs on the ceiling gleamed down on the stranger highlighting the contour from the curve or his eyebrow lined down on his perfect pointed nose.
His bitten pink lips pursed, sticking out the little dark-silver piercing by the side of his mouth.
"You dropped this..." He raised the iPad up a bit with a lined smile on his face.
Sam gave a crooked smile back to him. "Thank you." Sam reached out the collect the iPad but the tall male raised it higher for Sam's smaller frame.
The stranger's first three buttons were undone leaving his creamed wide chest a bit open along with the grey necklace glinting on his neck.
"You're hot," The male said eyeing Sam as if he was trying to undress him. "And you look like a girl, are you a girl?"
Sam's eyes went wide at how he said those words as if it was something you said to stranger. Pervert Sam bit in his head.
"Listen here bro, I don't know who the fuck–"
"–Sssh." Sam was cut off by his deep yet velvet like voice shushing him. "I was only joking around Fireface, no need to get all hot." He had switched from Korean to English with a mocking undertone in his face.
Sam opened his mouth to say something to the strange male when he suddenly placed the iPad against Sam's chest, almost dropping the thing if Sam hadn't been quick to catch it.
"Hope to see you around....Fireface."
Sam watched the weird male saunter away without turning back with one thought before walking away asshole.
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Fweeh (⌒o⌒)
Done with the first chapter of Dijacova high: Welcome to the school of the rich, hope to update the next chapter soon enough, hope you liked this one.
Like and comment if you do.
Tell me what you think of Sam so far? What about the grey haired stranger, how do you see him already? And Dijacova high? What do you think of the school so far?
Thoughts! `(*∩_∩*)′
(Chat story and complete story on MangaToon)
© All Rights Reserved
I'm not Korean so a few things that appear in this book may not be accurate but I will do my best to deliver the appropriate stuff.
This book is cliché asf so expect a lot of unrealistic things cause I'm a huge romantic.
This book comes with a chat story that I will update with every chapter. Every chapter from the chat story which is: Dijacova student's platform, will approximately be a 1000 words or more.
Expect a emojis from me that look like this ^_^ and this (ˉ(∞)ˉ) or maybe this is (´⊙ω⊙`) (lol)
Everything in this book including the school is all a fiction of my work. Every person as well so if there is any resemblance to an actual person or place it is merely a coincidence.
This is my work so place refrain from stealing, copying and pasting without my explicit permission.
The chat story contains pictures of my characters though a few things will not be accurate about the models I use for these characters but there are enough resemblance.
The picture of the cute little auburn haired boy below is Sam Kyeon: My sweetheart 💖
You may start ヘ(^_^)ヘ*

Sam Kyeon
Sam ran his fingers through his auburn hair with his earpiece in his ears. The wind from the car's windows blowing against his face as he listened to the soft yet subtlety crusted voice of Tae-hwan Eun.
~Baby I still hear your voice late at night~
The thought of his future twirled in his head as he laid his head at the side of the car window, and his hazel eyes followed the buildings that blurred passed him.
~I still feel your soft touch on me~
Sam Kyeon thought of his new school. Never in his life had he expected to end up in The United Emirates, headed for the most esteemed school in the world.
Before he won his scholarship back at the slums of Seoul he'd read about it. Hell the cops at Seoul used to paste the school ad all over buildings.
The most prestigious school there is. School for the rich Sam's brothers used to call it back at home.
Dijacova Graceson highschool.
An all boys boarding school for the rich and influential.
"Kid!" Sam's eyes widened at the cab driver before he took out his earpiece.
Sam opened the car and stepped out of the car after grabbing his bag pack and swinging it on his shoulder.
"We're here." The tanned skin cab driver said, leaning against his yellow taxi.
Sam glanced at him then at his iPad to look at the beeping red ping on the device. "Are you sure?" Sam asked, every syllable with a heavy dab of his hometown accent.
The man nodded. "Dijacova Graceson high right?" Sam nodded at the question. "We're here." The driver confirmed looking to the side.
Sam craned his neck at the building in front of him. Beautiful was the first thought that crossed Sam's mind as he stared at the majestic school in wonderment.
The gates of the school were toned gold tall bars. Sam wondered if they were truly made of gold or just colored gold?
The bars had thin separation from each other, tall enough to share height with the entire school, with a silver metal template on the middle bars. Dijacova school for the privileged was inscribed on the template in a bold gold italic manner.
The school itself behind the gates was a mix color of gold and silver. The roofing was a vintage Arabian styled design and colored gold, while the rest of the building spread out along the field behind the gates.
Sam stepped forward in awe, and gripped the cool bars of the gate.
"Are you sure this where you're headed kid?" The tanned driver with a thick arab accent asked as he stepped beside Sam dropping Sam's luggage.
Sam nodded, and glanced down at his iPad. "Yes, tis my direction." With a wide smile on his face Sam replied.
The driver dropped his hands from his waist and shrugged. "Whatever you say kid." With that he walked back into his car and drove off.
"Jesus Christ...." Sam muttered in Korean grabbing his luggage from his side.
Sam paused for a second, curious and confused as to how he was going to get in. His hazel eyes glanced to the end of the gate for someone minding the gate or something but no one was there.
He walked closer and stuck his head near the bars to look for anyone close by. How the hell did people get in? Sam thought standing there.
"Sam Kyeon?" A voice suddenly boomed startling Sam for a spilt second.
Sam inched closer. "Yes?" He responded to the voice.
"Welcome to Dijacova Graceson highschool." The voice replied then there was a static noise till there was nothing.
Startled Sam tripped back a little as the gates suddenly began to open on their own. Holy- Sam's eyes went wide in awe and wonderment.
Sam swallowed almost frozen on spot at the full sight of the school without the gates. He released a low haughty laugh as his legs began to move.
His hazel eyes twinkled in the sun making the specks of honey in his swirl almost like liquid. Sam's auburn hair turned fiery from the heat of the sun. But that wasn't the true spectacular, no, it was Dijacova high.
The lines of tended flowers rolled out all over the school. Each flower different and vibrant, that Sam almost wanted to reach out and touch the ones by his side moving forward.
He could see students up ahead by the water fountain of a merman on a rock releasing bright blue water from it's concrete mouth into the small pond.
Boys gathered around the fountain chatting and laughing with familiarity. There was other student by the garden–like environment near the fountain with flowers everywhere and two bench each across of each other, separated by a picnic wooden table.
They had bags slung on their soldiers or books in their hands. Either seated on the bench or the table.
Sam passed by students on the steps to the revolving door. Some of them were glancing at Sam as he passed them. One of them glanced up at him from his video game, paused for a second, snorted then went back to his game.
Sam's eyebrows knitted with three words in his mind snotty rich kids.
Sam's eyes went up as he reached inside the School. He couldn't help the smile that reached his eyes at the sight of the wonderment.
The ceiling of the building had silver star-like four-point polygon designs that shone like actually stars on the golden ceiling with silver poker-dots along with the star-like design.
Sam wished he could reach out to them a just grab– "Mr Kyeon?" A feminine voice snapped hi m out of his whirlwind of fascination.
Sam turned to the side where the voice came from. A woman stood inside a small silver booth with gold roofing nearest to the walls close to the revolving doors.
The woman with deep blond hair, and albino skin rose one blonde eyebrow at Sam's staring.
Sam blinked, snapping out of it. "Uh...Um....Yes." He sputtered with a nod.
She stared at him blankly for a second or two before cracked into soft smile. "Alright. Here is your student ID," She pulled out an ID from the booth. "And your map. Now you must find the Dean's office first, he'll direct you where to next."
She handed the map and ID to Sam which he collected and gave a small bow, before taking her quietness as a hint to get going.
"Welcome to Dijacova Graceson highschool Sam Kyeon!" He heard her say as he began walking away.
Sam smiled like a creeper staring at every single thing around. This was all too new for him. Not just the fact that this school could buy him, buy the raggedy house he stayed in back in Seoul and still have enough to feed all the hungry children In South Korea. But also because he'd never been to school before. He did have a basic education back home but that was about it. His teenage days he spent trying to hack into government servers.
The boy was smart, he knew, everyone knew. His IQ level was extraordinary and off the charts, that was the only reason he got the scholarship in the first place. He hacked into Dijacova high top-notch security system in just 3 minutes. His oppa (Big brother), Minnie had always said he would be the best out of all them.
He may not have gone to school, and his English maybe rusty but Sam Kyeon knew he was a bloody genius–
"What the he–!" Sam was ready to exclaim in Korean when the perpetrator that bumped into him rose his eyes at him.
Grey. Bright grey eyes were the first thing Sam noted about him.
"Sorry..." A deep yet soothing voice trailed off in Korean.
Sam pushed his drooping glasses further up his eyes, as they followed the strangers movements.
He reached down to grab Sam's iPad from the ground. His fringe-like grey hair with frosted tips fell over his face as he did.
His quite lean yet muscled arms flexed from his white button up long sleeve uniform crouching down and getting back up.
Creamed skin almost pale looking under his white button uniform. Blonde-like golden thin eyebrows as fair as his thin eyelashes knitted as his bright grey eyes stared at Sam confused.
The silver star designs on the ceiling gleamed down on the stranger highlighting the contour from the curve or his eyebrow lined down on his perfect pointed nose.
His bitten pink lips pursed, sticking out the little dark-silver piercing by the side of his mouth.
"You dropped this..." He raised the iPad up a bit with a lined smile on his face.
Sam gave a crooked smile back to him. "Thank you." Sam reached out the collect the iPad but the tall male raised it higher for Sam's smaller frame.
The stranger's first three buttons were undone leaving his creamed wide chest a bit open along with the grey necklace glinting on his neck.
"You're hot," The male said eyeing Sam as if he was trying to undress him. "And you look like a girl, are you a girl?"
Sam's eyes went wide at how he said those words as if it was something you said to stranger. Pervert Sam bit in his head.
"Listen here bro, I don't know who the fuck–"
"–Sssh." Sam was cut off by his deep yet velvet like voice shushing him. "I was only joking around Fireface, no need to get all hot." He had switched from Korean to English with a mocking undertone in his face.
Sam opened his mouth to say something to the strange male when he suddenly placed the iPad against Sam's chest, almost dropping the thing if Sam hadn't been quick to catch it.
"Hope to see you around....Fireface."
Sam watched the weird male saunter away without turning back with one thought before walking away asshole.
————————•.•.•.•<Φ><Φ>•.•.•.•—————————
Fweeh (⌒o⌒)
Done with the first chapter of Dijacova high: Welcome to the school of the rich, hope to update the next chapter soon enough, hope you liked this one.
Like and comment if you do.
Tell me what you think of Sam so far? What about the grey haired stranger, how do you see him already? And Dijacova high? What do you think of the school so far?
Thoughts! `(*∩_∩*)′
(Chat story and complete story on MangaToon)
© All Rights Reserved
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