*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...