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People said that good things are bound to come. But somehow mine never did. Lady luck seems to hate me too. Well, I'm used to it at this point. Bullying, whispers on my back, those gazes looking at me like I'm some kind of rare animal.
Truly, it’s no better than the past. At least there’s less blood now. And no screams came from her mouth.
Students start to gather around, chattering aimlessly, talking about the news yesterday, or maybe about their favourite film even though the bell has rung. And of course I'm completely invisible from them. I stared at the scenery beyond the windows. It’s summer. I used to hate summer. Since there’s no school, I was told to stay at home, hearing the sounds of glass breaking and cries of desperation. I would sneak out sometimes, residing in my sanctuary, the city’s library. Can’t stay for too long though. That person would beat me up more if he found out I sneaked out and came home late. Suddenly my thoughts got disturbed by our homeroom teacher’s voice.
“Alright, sit down you brats. We got a new student transferring today, so be sure to play nice alright?” The teacher then signaled the new student to come in.
The class fell silent after seeing his face.
It’s just simply… divine. Heck, even that word won’t do enough justice.
Strong jawlines, thick eyebrows, perfectly tanned skin, black shiny hair, as if the colour was taken from the darkest abyss, and a pair of black eyes that shows a glint of gold. He’s just like a sculpting that came alive. Maybe Gian Lorenzo sculpted him and somehow it became alive? Who knows.
One thing for sure, his appearance is perfect. Just like a protagonist in some kind of novel.
“Well, please introduce yourself.”
“....... Yoo Joonghyuk.”
Such a protagonist-ish name.
“.... That’s it?”
The only reply that our teacher got was his glare. Our teacher sighs in exasperation. “Please sit there.” He pointed a seat in front of me and Yoo Joonghyuk walks over to his designated sit.
“Well, let’s continue with our homeroom, shall we?” Our homeroom teacher continued but the stare of curiosity won’t calm down. But it’s not my concern in the end. We won’t cross our path since our world is just too different. I decided to scribble down about a character in a novel that i’ve read last night.
**
I brought my kimbap and went to the library. Food is usually prohibited inside the library but I have a secret base inside, an unused storage at the very back of the library. There’s a lot of old books that were planned to be thrown out inside but the school was too busy with other things so it was postponed. The librarian lent me the key to the storage room. Probably because of that ‘accident’. Of course I won't reject that offer, so that room unofficially became mine. At least the last year of my middle school won’t be that noisy.
I brought a lot of things here, for example, spare clothes, books, first aid kit and other things. Just in case some unprecedented accident happened. I opened the door and the smell of old books greeted me. A relaxing scent. I sat down on the old mattress I borrowed then started to scroll through my phone, reading the novel I was trying to finish last night. I took a bite of my kimbap and kept scrolling through, immersing myself into the world of words. But somehow there’s a commotion outside, which is very rare since not a lot of people come to the library during breaks. I decided that it’s best to ignore it, since it doesn’t involve me.
**
School’s over and I went back to my one room apartment. No part-time work today so I could relax a bit.
“It’s cold.”
… Of course it is. I'm all alone after all, and I'll always be alone.
Maybe… it would be better if i succeeded in dying. Cursed bushes. If it weren’t there, I would probably be able to meet that person.
Or not, since he’s probably in hell.
Well, who cares about that.
I decided to just sleep through my hunger that came attacking my stomach. I need to save money.
**
It seems like the transfer student’s very annoyed with the crowd gathering around him. It has been 1 week but the crowd hasn’t subsided, even though he has been glaring at them like he would kill them on the spot. He would stay shut when he’s bombarded with questions, answering them with only silence. I kind of sympathized with him, but the attention he’s receiving is not the malicious one so the sympathy quickly died. I quickly went into my sanctuary when the break started.
While I was rereading a novel I've read before, I heard a loud bang coming from outside the door. I walked to the door, opened it and took a peek at what the source of the loud noise was.
Lo and behold, it’s the transfer student, Yoo Joonghyuk. Seems like he banged his back to the wall. Is he a masochist?
Noticing my gaze, he looked straight into my eyes.
Then he glares at me.
… Son of a bastard.
“What are you doing here, oh our dearest new transfer student? Are you perhaps lost?” I gave him my business smile and struck up a conversation.
His glare deepens. I snickered at his response.
“Well, I'm sorry, I'm busy so I won't be able to help you, good luck with finding your way back to the classroom.” I said my goodbyes and closed the door slowly.
“... You.”
I stopped my movement. “Yes?”
“Let me in.”
“... What?”
He scoffed at my response and entered the storage room.
“Hey, you’re invading my private place!”
“Are you the owner of the school?” He replied.
“Well, no.. but-”
Suddenly, another noise came approaching the door that had been closed. I could hear the conversation happening in front of the storage’s door.
“Are you sure Yoo Joonghyuk came to the library? We already searched for him everywhere here but there’s no sign of him.” One voice said. “I’m pretty sure.” the other one replied.
Now I know why this glaring bastard is here.
Mr. Popular had enough of his popularity huh?
After knowing the reason, I gave up and sat down again, continuing to read my novel.
Yoo Joonghyuk is still standing near the door, his gaze wandering around the storage room.
“Just sit down.” I pointed my fingers at the portable chair I borrowed from the librarian. And so he did.
**
After some time, the girls in front of the door were told to leave by the librarian since they’re making a ruckus. Yoo Joonghyuk stands up and walks to the door.
“Hey, if you’re being chased by your rabid fans again, come here.”
In my defense, I don’t know what has just possessed me to say that. Maybe I pity him, not being able to have his break in peace. Yoo Joonghyuk only stopped for a moment, then left.
I hope he only took that as a joke and won’t come here again for real.