“Ah, them…what were their names…the two representative outcasts of our school”
“The one who doesn’t talk and the one who always gets into trouble?”
Wherever we go, we only hear our story. Kim Taehyung and I are siblings. At school, no one knows that we are siblings. Even if we found out, it would only make us the butt of jokes. The two school loners are siblings. The moment we told them, it would only make us one more target for ridicule.
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The door won't open. I need to get ready for my next class, but my locker door won't open. I've pulled on it countless times, but it's still there.
"ㅋㅋㅋㅋHey hey Kim Yeo-ju, you can clearly see that the door is locked but you're trying to open it?"
"Are you stupid? LOL Are you thoughtless? What the heck lol"
After thinking it over carefully, I just sat down and prepared for class. Oh, there's nothing to prepare for class, right? That's right. As someone who never attends class anyway and got a 10 in Korean, a 15 in math, and a 30 in English, I'm just playing the role of a kid who doesn't bring his books and can't study.
By the way, Kim Taehyung is unusually quiet today.
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-Taehyung's point of view-
Lunchtime arrives, and since our school is located in the countryside, lunch is still being handed out to each class by the cafeteria staff. Hey, what a weird line!
"Hey, hey, we're changing the lunch line today. Get your food from the window side first."
The children all stand up, making a lot of noise. The squeaking of chairs is already loud, and I slowly move forward from the back. But as the partition lines overlap, the people in front are pushed back, and the people behind are pushed forward. I'm stuck between them.
“Hey kids over there”
I guess you can't hear me at all. I shout louder.
“Kids!! I’m being really nice right now??? Line up!”
There's a moment of silence, and then the murmuring begins again. Words are exchanged, bodies are shoved, and the line becomes completely tangled.
At this point, I am pushed forward with a great push from behind.
bang-
Unable to keep his balance, he crashes into the food cart in front of him. The soup pot shakes and the ladle falls, making a loud noise.
“Wow- is he having an accident again?”
“I guess...there’s only one line, right, kids?”
Knock knock knock
As the door opens, the homeroom teacher comes in and looks at me with wide eyes.
"What could it be? Why the fuss again? Who could it be? Who started this incident?"
“I was organizing the line and then I stopped and... yeah... that's how it happened.”
“Kim Taehyung, why are you always the center of attention?”
"I'm curious about that too."
The teacher simply told me to wipe up the spilled soup and moved on. Then the class president stepped forward, stepped on the rag I was wiping, passed by, made eye contact, pinched my nose, and opened his mouth.
“Oh, it’s so dirty. There’s not even a single day of peace?”
"Oh, it's dirty. This rag is really dirty."
I picked up the rag, lifted it, and held it in front of the class president's face. He squinted and took a step back.
"Hey, why don't you clean up that smelly thing?"
I glanced at the class president's desk and threw the rag at it. The liquid and water that had soaked into the rag splashed and stained the desk.
“Ah, what the hell are you doing, Kim Taehyung!!!”
"Oh, it's so dirty here too. There's some soup splashed here. I'll clean it up for you."
"Are you out of your mind...? Didn't you say you have a sister? I don't know who she is, but she's no different from you, judging by the way you act."
"John X, are you a physiognomist?"
I don't mind if you mess with me. I can't solve it... but I can handle it and respond within my own limits. Why bother talking to someone else? And your older sister?
“Keep your mouth shut”
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After school, we're perfectly at home. We end the day chatting, laughing, and chatting like any other family.
“The lunch was delicious today. What did your grade have?”
“Oh..oh no, I see. I didn’t eat lunch today?”
“Why…? You were so quiet today. Why can’t you eat?”
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(“Oh, I should have just done a speedrun, John X,”)
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“I can’t eat it because it’s lying on the class president’s desk.”
