And a number appeared in Yoongi's phone address book. It was Seokjin's number. Yoongi was just happy to have someone to contact.
Because you're not alone.
When I arrived at the front of the classroom, took a deep breath, and opened the door to go inside, a rag fell from above, and only then did I come to my senses.
Ah, I was originally this kind of person.
This situation is getting boring, and the only person laughing in this situation is the ringleader, Choi In-ho. What is it that you always find so funny that you go around harassing others?
I went to my seat as usual, changed into my gym clothes, and carelessly stuffed the wet uniform into the shopping bag that my gym clothes had been in and placed it down below.
"Hey Park Jimin, you're my older brother, but how can you be so different?"
"....who is the brother of that lesser guy?"
Park Jimin Min Yoongi.
We are brothers, but we are not brothers. We were born on the same boat, but we are people from completely different worlds. Park Jimin's father is National Assemblyman Park Woo-han, and my father is Min Hyun-soo, who was Park Jimin's secretary.
Park Jimin treated me like trash, worse than a rag. He treated me like I was inferior to everyone else, saying he didn't want a lowly secretary's son to be his brother.
Mother had no expectations.
I gave up hope from the start because I didn't want to lose my money and fame, so I abandoned him and secretly registered him as one of his maids, fearing that my life would be tarnished.
"..I have no intention of being brothers with a piece of trash like you."
"That's not it, you're the trash, Min Yoongi."
우리 윤기는 개새끼 처럼 감사합니다 하고 엎드려 기어야지 안그래? 천한 핏줄 주제에 어딜 기어 오르려고 그래 윤기야.
Puck- Grasp- Puck-
"Ugh..!..Ah!...Huh.."
I couldn't even make a sound because of Park Jimin's kicking and punching
I was just being hit, and all avenues of escape had long been blocked.
Stop...stop...it hurts too much...
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Seokjin, who had been frantically attending to patients and supporting three surgical teams, finally sat down and quietly looked at his phone. It had already been two days since Yoongi had been discharged from the hospital in good health.
And Yoongi's number was saved in Seokjin's phone address book. As he looked at Yoongi's number, he remembered Yoongi smiling brightly after receiving my number.
Seokjin's heart ached at the thought that the child who knew how to smile so brightly was smiling only in the face of death. Hey, I hope you're doing well in school.
Ugh-
Seokjin stretched, opened the chart, and started typing. He still had many patients to see and reports to submit, so he couldn't not do it. He was also in a hurry because he had decided to fill in for Namjoon.
I was about halfway through typing when Seokjin's phone rang. I stopped typing, picked up the phone, and as soon as I saw who was on the other end, I pressed the call button without hesitation.
[Our Yoongi]
It was a call from Yoongi.
It was the name that Yoongi had saved while exchanging numbers.
As Seokjin pressed the call button and brought the receiver to his ear, a loud noise came through the other end.
"hello."
"Hello, this is Yoongi's homeroom teacher. I'm calling because this is the only number I have. Are you Yoongi's guardian?"
Seokjin was surprised to hear that his number was the only number in Yoongi's address book, but he answered the voice asking if he was really Yoongi's guardian.
"Oh yes, you are Yoongi's guardian. What is it?"
"That's because Yoongi was assaulted...now..."
I couldn't hear anything.
Was it wrong to assume that Yoongi would do well in school after being assaulted? I hung up the phone in a daze, grabbed my coat, and left the room.
The report was already on the back burner.
It was okay because there was still some time left until the pinch hit time.
I ran like crazy to the parking lot and got in the car. What on earth is going on?
Please be safe, Yoongi....