Forget-me-not
W. Ppaam
'It's okay! Everything will be okay. We've held on this far, right?'
' ..Still..I don't feel very good..
Hyeju was scared too..'
' That's right.. Hyeju too, you're a bit scared too.
Hyeju is worse, but...then...! '
Let's draw stars on the palm of our hands!!
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A not-so-welcome sunlight shone into my eyes. It was that dream again.Dream of drawing stars on the palm of your hand, When I was young, I thought it was a good dream, but after having it for several years, I thought it was boring now. No, it was so boring that it had become a daily dream. Before I could even come to my senses, I saw the alarm ringing loudly and realized belatedly that today was the day I had to go to school.
' Ah... this is annoying... '
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Thud-! Thud-!
Kwaang-!!
"Hey~! Sandbag!"
punching bag,Hajin's nickname. Now, he's called by his name almost like a name, but it's not a very good nickname. Because, as the nickname suggests, he's a punching bag. He doesn't cry or protest when he gets hit, because it doesn't hurt. Getting hit every day was his daily routine, and he didn't have the will to resist. The gum he was chewing fell to the floor with a thud. Maybe it's because he's tired of being hit.
The patches and bandages that were stuck all over her body were now familiar to her, and the kids in her class just let it slide. Some of the kids who bullied Hajin looked at her like that, their brows furrowed like crumpled paper, as if they were annoyed. 'It doesn't hurt.' That was the thought that always came to mind after being beaten by kids.It really doesn't hurt
I heard the door creaking open. The teacher had come in, along with a boy next to him. He looked unfamiliar, but I assumed he was a transfer student. Word of a transfer student had spread throughout the school since last week, so the girls, knowing it was a boy, began to pound so hard their hearts could almost hear their ears. The boys' reactions were a mix of positive and negative, and Hajin simply covered the remaining wound on her hand with a bandage. Whether a transfer student came or not, it had nothing to do with me.
"Hi, my name is Min Yoongi."
Let's get along well for the rest of the time
' yunki min.. '
It was a name I found myself mulling over again, strangely enough. But that didn't spark any deep feelings or desire to be friends. Yoongi ended up sitting a distance away from Hajin, and the girls began to swarm around him like ants, as if to signal that there was a popular girl here.
From "Where did you transfer from?" to "Do you have a girlfriend?", he began to spout off questions that might have been asked with some caution. Answering each and every question seemed a bit daunting, so he asked them to slow down a bit. As they were snickering among themselves, praising their voices, a hand covered in bandages suddenly appeared on the clean desk.
"You...the teacher is in the teachers' office for a long time"
The kids surrounding Hajin naturally had rotten expressions, like they'd chewed shit, while some simply stared in silence. Yoongi, oblivious to this, naturally thanked her for relaying the message and stood up, while the kids followed the Pied Piper out.
"Hey Sandbag, I was going to ask a question,
Why are you interfering there? "
"The sandbag...why...is it coming out of there?"
The kids were laughing amongst themselves, holding their bellies, at what was so funny.
"Ah, look at this bitch, how come nothing has changed?"
"That's right~ If you keep hitting a real sandbag, its shape will change a little bit.
"It changes, but this one is the same all these years.. "
Like a sick person ×
It was something I often heard. As I calmly took out my textbook, he tossed the can of soda he was drinking onto the desk, as if he were throwing it into the trash.
"Unlucky ×"
Tank, tank, tankrrr...
A can rolled across the desk, making a loud noise as it bounced. Just then, Yoon-gi came in and stared intently at Ha-jin. He didn't pay attention, so he threw the can away and wiped up the spilled drink with a wet tissue. The sight seemed strangely familiar. Ah,
It just seemed like a common occurrence in this classroom.
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It was gym class. I don't particularly like moving, so I wasn't thrilled. The girls were tossing balls around, bouncing them around, and a few boys were joining in. Then, one boy misjudged the ball and threw it in the face, sending him tumbling backwards. Silence was interrupted by a brief burst of laughter.
What's so funny about that..?
While playing basketball, Yoon-gi was hit by the ball and fell backwards. The kids were laughing and muttering to themselves as they watched him. Ha-jin was still struggling to get up.
" are you okay? "
"Ah...uh..."
As Yoon-gi helped Ha-jin up, the laughter quieted down, as if the speaker had been turned down. As I answered and looked ahead, I saw a girl staring at me with a cold gaze, behind the boy I'd hit with the ball. I declined Yoon-gi's offer to take me to the infirmary and headed down.I thought I'd meet you after school
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' bothered.. '
Kim Ha-jin/19 years old
I don't feel pain well
"That guy...was Kim Ha-jin..."
Min Yoongi/19 years old
"Unlucky ×"
Yoon So-yeon/19 years old