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Kim Dokja is a pitiful being. He’s well aware of this, A odd name, and a horrendous upbringing.
With his whole life ahead of him, why does it seem as if it might just end here.
Thoughts of words from his past spin in his head,
“Just die already!…”
“I hear his mother is a killer..”
“What a sad waste of space…”
People with loud mouths, people who spurt whatever it is to bring themselves up, to stick their nose into a place it doesn’t belong..or to feed into their own ego.
“Damned mother..and her stupid book..”
Kim Dokja mutters in his half awoken sleep, falling out of bed after a restless night onto the unfamiliar scent of a cramped dormitory floor.
Kim dokja is long use to the stares… his name that makes everyone tilt their head doesn’t make it any better.
But a glimmer of hope, a faint candle is lit, maybe…Just maybe… this life can grant him mercy, a school far from home… a boarding school named The Star Stream Of Korea.
Ring Ring!
Many voices crowd through, but Kim Dokjas mind is already blanking,
All he wants to do is read TWSA…
He crawls out from the floor and unwraps himself from the thin blanket tangled upon his legs as he quickly gets up, rubbing his dried puffed up eyes. He changes accordingly to the dress code of the strict school, a crispy white button-down shirt, a tailored school blazer that’s two sizes to large. (Which practically cover his arms.) And lastly, a simple black trouser that for some reason is too tight around his legs.
“Great..”Kim Dokja groans under his breath.
He quickly puts on his leather shoes and picks up his school bag, the weight making him stumble as he rushes out of his dorm to his homeroom class..
Ah… what was the class again..?
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Shit, shit, shit..…. Ah Shit!!!
I shouldn’t have reread TWSA last night!!
Kim Dokja rushes through a labyrinth of classes and a maze of numbers pacing through an endless loop as students crowd throughly.
It’s hopeless…
Kim Dokja slumps down on a random wall, sitting his small body down, and having his knees drawn up to his chest helplessly grappling it..
This day couldn’t get any worse!!
He dejectedly covers his face and begs for this day to end…
Another mistake for him to add to his overflowing list of problems.
But, before Kim Dokja could accept his fate, a gentle voice with a scent of a goodie two-shoes… but kind, aura faintly relieves him, a familiar voice that he remembers from a place far back…
“Hey… are you lost?”
Kim dokja unfolds his face and slowly turns his head to be greeted with the dainty smile of a beautiful girl.
“I’m Yoo Sangah… what’s your name?”
She reaches one hand out while the other tucks a strand of loose hair behind her brown hair—which glimmers her bright full eyes.
“Ah— I’m… K-“
He stops, which causes Yoo Sangah to tilt her head.
“Hm?”
She hums, reaching her hand out further to the helpless boy. Kim Dokja hesitates, but forces himself to accept the friendly girls kind gesture. Putting his slim hand into her polished ones brings a scene of ease, as he brings himself up half heartedly.
“You were going to say your name.. but I have a feeling I know who you are already.. It’s rather a peculiar one!”
She chuckles. Then continues her sentence.
“Kim Dokja.. is that right? I believe so, I saw it on the class roster…”
Kim Dokja feels the need to ask and stutters on his words to continue.
“Ah….D-does that mean you’re in.. My class?” Kim Dokja has his eyes to the floor, and tears them off to try and maintain pathetic eye contact.
“Kyrgios Rodgraim-nim… that’s the Science teacher for class room 4-B, the class you’re looking for—right?”
What an odd name for a teacher.
She puts her hands behind her back as an odd glint goes through her eyes—before they quickly go back to the normal ones he was already use to. Kim Dokja tries to quickly respond, but before he can Yoo Sangah clears her throat.
“Since we all have the same class, let’s go in! Kyrgios Rodgraim-nim is almost here…” She closes her eyes and smiles gently.
Kim Dokja finally, despite his confused morning, gets to ask.
“So uhm.. where’s the class..?”
“Oh yes! It’s right about..“
She points behind her, the classroom 4-B shines bright.
Ah.. I really am an idiot..
Sangah laughs as if she can read his thoughts,
“Don’t worry, this place was confusing for my first year to… you’re going to have fun, there’s many interesting people here! And.. rather odd ones.” Sangah lightens up the mood as expected—with a weird note in the end of her sentence.
but Kim Dokja thinks otherwise,
The pit in his stomach will always linger,
People will never lay off… no matter wh-
“HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER..!!”
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A loud female voice rings through the classroom 4-B, one that’s determined and confident, but furious.
Sangah scurries quickly to the classroom as Kim Dokja walks ever so slightly to the window to see the commotion without actually entering just yet.
“I didn’t even do anything!… I was joking!! She was just— eh…” Based on the scene, a girl with a stone face is holding onto a bag while another girl cowers under her, a boy with a unpleasant face is putting his hand straight in denial, awkwardly smiling.
“I clearly saw what you were doing… fucking weirdo.” The girl who’s holding the bag returns it to the girl, and pushes the guy slightly, this slight motion is apparently enough for this guy to fear for his life as he grinds his teeth and makes the quick decision to run out of the classroom, almost bumping into Sangah and pushing through me.
This was before a much larger boy with a military and puppy face stops him and easily drags him over to the principals office.
Yikes…
“Oh my.. what was that commotion about Heewon-ya?” Sangah gently questions as she walks towards the girls side.
The girl named Heewon has a pony tail and rather tattered face,
She must have seen some infuriating things in her life.… although, she has a nice face, one that anyone can rely on… ah wait—I’m getting distracted —
“That weirdo was harassing her! I can’t stand bullies or pervs!” Heewon practically stomps her feet,
“He even had the balls to take her bag mockingly…”
The victim slowly raised her head with tears in her eyes and repeatedly thanks Heewon as she denies minding.
“Anyone would have done what I did. Those types of bastards make my skin crawl, how cruel must people who do that be?”
Kim Dokja breathlessly sighs and his eyes blink rapidly as he clenches his jaw.
That would have been nice back in my old school,
Kim Dokja ponders while bitting his lips before he finally stops clenching his jaw—entering the classroom and finding the farthest empty seat.
Before Kim Dokja can sit though, Sangah grabs onto his shirt.
“Hey, why don’t you sit next to me?”
…?
Heewon curiously turns to face Dokja,
“Ohh!! is this a new student?” She moves closer to him and smiles.
Before Kim Dokja gets to say anything, a large body opens the door abruptly, He shyly retreats to Heewon and Sangah, this large built man is the same one that dragged the weirdo to the office.
“Sorry I left, I had to— oh, who’s this?”
He points at the now known Kim Dokja,
“Hyunsung, yo” Heewon turns,
“That’s what I’m wondering to…”
…
Hyunsung… that name is.. familiar.. alongside, ah… no not as familiar, those two girls.. I never seen before, I think—b-but, I feel as if I… met all of them before—That name Hyunsung,, it’s.. It’s from..!
“This is Kim Dokja-ya!” Sangah breaks the silence of Kim Dokjas inner monologue.
In one, two—
“Oh…so he’s an only child?”
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Kim Dokja never thought that this many people would crowd around him without asking about his mother or bullying him..
Kim Dokja also never had anyone talk to him normally in a long while…
The four of them sit in desks moved together, almost in a circle in the corner of the room.
“Wait so… you came to this school free from donors? Congrats!” Heewon crosses her arms and smiles assuringly.
“Wow Kim Dokja, you must have been really smart!” Sangah eagerly leans in, clearly downplaying her intelligence to make Kim Dokja seem much more amazing the he really is.
It’s only a coincidence I got a scholarship…
My sponsors had too much money for their own sake…
“I didn’t do anything incredible to get in for free.” Kim Dokja shakes his head.
“You all seem much more incredible than me…”
All three of them look at Kim Dokja oddly.
“The only reason I got in was because of the military program Kim Dokja…If you’re nothing special then neither am I.”
Hyunsung huffs, his happy go lucky face can never show that much of a angry reaction, which almost makes Kim Dokja laugh. Heewon joins in to,
“Quit down playing that, I had to work three jobs and didn’t even get in by that! I also had to leech off of donors!! I’m not smart either!!”
Heewon unfolds her arms and gently slams the desk, though, her face is smiling…
She must have related herself with me.
Sangah though, looks at Kim Dokja pitifully, but with grace.
What an odd group of people.
With this thought Kim Dokja awkwardly smiles at the three of the shining stars in front of him.
These people have a life ahead of them…. It’s best not to ruin their reputation by having them around me.
Before anyone can continue talking the teacher knocks on the door aggressively, everyone immediately move their desks and scurry to their spots, Kim Dokja following everyone else movements. When the door handle starts moving Heewon does one last thing and leans into Kim Dokja and whispers,
“Kyrgios is a real prick.. don’t get on his bad side….” Before she quickly scoots her desk back.
Entering the class room a…. Very short…. Man enters, he has an extremely beautiful face and long blue hair…It’s just as, if not more beautiful, then….
His protagonist,
He has a scowl, but unlike the teachers who ignored Kim Dokjas endless bullying… he looks somewhat like he cares., he has a caring demeanor underneath and holds the chalk under his soft hands and begins writing his name quick.
Rodgraim-nin.
Before Kim Dokja begins day dreaming about TWSA’s new chapter, he thinks about…
ah… Hyunsung… where have I heard of that name before?
He ponders the rest of the lecture, completely ignoring the introduction to biology Kyrgios is teaching. This is before he is cut off from thought by Kyrgios,
“Hey you, thinking boy, what part of the human body gets oxygen directly from the air and not from the blood?”
Damn…
…
“Uhm… the lungs?…”
“Wrong, it’s the cornea, pay attention next time if you want to pass the rest of the class.”
Giggles irrupt from the class,
This ain’t as bad as getting bullied...
Kim Dokja thinks, despite turning bright red
“Thank god he didn’t call on me” Heewon chuckles.
So embarrassing…
Ring Ring!
The class bell rings and the teacher leaves as the class starts chatting.
“Hey! Kim Dokja wake up!” Sangah gently shakes Kim Dokja,
“That won’t do…” Heewon chuckles and shakes him violently until he wakes up
“Heewon!!” Sangah yelps, Hyunsungs face shows with a look of concern as he pulls Heewons arm back.
Kim Dokja rubs his head and turns his pouting face towards Heewon.
“Don’t look at me like that, all I did was gently wake you!” She confidently states, as if she can’t take into account how hard she really shook him.
“Whatever..”
He grumbles under his breath.
As everyone is about to sit back down in their seats, a ruckus starts outside,
“It’s him!”
“Shush already…I want to see!”
Girls crowd at the door and boys look warily.
Whispers set around the class and halls.
“Oh great, it’s that guy…” Heewon groans,
Kim Dokja turns his head ever so slightly in curiosity, trying to catch a view of the student everyone is rambling on about.
Sangah notices Kim Dokjas confused look and lets him in on the person everyone is drooling over.
“Oh, Kim Dokja I almost forgot you’re new! The student here that’s quite popular is …”
“Joonghyuk!!” Hyunsung interrupts violently shaking.
“That guy is horrifying!!” He utters under his breath.
“Enough with the over exaggerating, he isn’t all that!” Heewon pouts, clearly trying to hide her lie…
Joonghyuk…
Wait..
Yoo Joonghyuk..?
Kim Dokja suddenly gains an epiphany, but just like Kim Dokja, he quickly brushes it off…
Theirs no way… unless I see for myself… r-right? Hyunsung is a common name… and Joonghyuk is too!
Kim Dokja then chuckles in his head at his foolish correlation,
I really am stuck in my own little world of TWSA…where I’ll always be..
“Ekk!! He’s coming this way!”
One of the girls nearly faint as people peak at the windows of the classroom. The three people next to him (friends Kim Dokja can’t yet comprehend) also turn their heads, drawn to the commotion. Kim Dokja perks his head over, expecting nothing… but oh how he was so… so wrong..
A strong figure walks confidently down the hall room, but unlike Hyunsungs muscular build, this one is sculptured almost as if he’s a Roman statue, with a slim waist and steady shoulders. His black wavy hair catching a photo shoot level of wind.. but most stunningly, his face, his sharp jawline making everyone count their double chins. His thick coursing eyebrows look as if they were drawn by an artist, alongside his perfect nose..and his… alluring eyes, they shine, almost gold like—
Wait…
Isn’t this… how Yoo Joonghyuk was described as…?
Kim Dokja squints his eyes and rubs them, before he can catch a glimpse again..he’s gone.
“Hey! Hey! Earth to Kim Dokja!” Heewon snaps her fingers to the lost boys star eyes.
It’s just a coincidence.
Right…??