I was in pain, suffering, and looking so broken and pathetic. At that moment, I was so embarrassed that I was a spectacle for the adults, and I just wanted to hide.
at that time,
"Yoongi!"
"................"
You, who never wanted to be seen like this, entered.
He approached me, still handsome, in plain clothes I had never seen before, and with a sweaty face as if he had come in a hurry.
Why...why did you come?
He lowered his head and clutched the tattered sleeve of his uniform.
Park Jimin, who smiled faintly at me, stood up from his seat as if he was tired of this situation.
"I'll go first. Please claim the settlement money from Representative Park Woo-han."
"Jimin, wait a minute. I owe you an apology."
Phew- hahahaha!
As the homeroom teacher grabbed Park Jimin, who was trying to leave the teacher's office while talking about money with great confidence, and spoke in a croaky voice, Park Jimin, who had been listening quietly, laughed as if he had heard a joke.
You, with all your money, connections, and things to boast about, must find this situation funny. You tightened your grip on your school uniform sleeves. What's always so funny about you?
“Why are you apologizing when you hit a bastard?”
"....You're pathetic."
!!!!!-
At Teacher Seokjin's words, the teachers' office fell into silence.
It wasn't because I was scared of Park Jimin. It was because the person behind Park Jimin, Congressman Park Woo-han, was scared of his power. Even the teachers just stood by and watched, but Teacher Seok-jin spoke to Park Jimin as if nothing had happened.
Park Jimin turned around as if he was dumbfounded, walked towards Seokjin, put his face against Seokjin's, and stepped on his foot.
Very softly, as if deliberately trying to make you feel sick.
"Who are you to judge me?"
"Student, wait a minute."
Teacher Seokjin kept a polite smile, pushed Jimin's feet away, grabbed my hand, and helped me up. Then he looked at Jimin calmly and said very firmly,
Crack-
"Ah ...
It was struck down.
Then, he took me out of the teachers' office and down to the parking lot, telling me to either consider it as mutual fault or report it to my parents.
"Teacher....why are you here..?"
"If you're right, how could I not come?"
Why did you come? Why did you even look at it?
But my mood, which should have been relieved to see Park Jimin right, didn't improve at all because of this embarrassment.
The teacher tilted his head as if he couldn't understand, and asked how I could not come when I was right, and nodded to open the passenger door and tell me to get in.
Teacher, you probably don't know how I feel right now.
You probably don't know how I felt, how I never wanted to show my shabby, ruined appearance even if I died.
"Why... did you look at my pathetic self... why..."