There are two types of people in the world: extreme introverts and extreme extroverts. But if those two were to split up, they'd likely lean on each other.
“Okay, next time, Kim Yeo-ju reads.”
"If your introverted blood wells up, Mendela will come to you and deliver the kiss of truth. If your extroverted blood wells up, I will go deep underground and block out all light from the world..."
Korean class is my least favorite class. It's a class where we have to read and communicate Korean texts like we're surfing the waves, and it's completely out of place for a quiet person like me.
"I'm going to assign a two-person homework assignment, but since our class has an odd number of students, it looks like one person will have to do it alone. Who wants to do it alone?"
Someone raised their hand, aimed their fingertip at me, and shouted my name. The others laughed, and I just rolled my eyes.
"Kim Yeo-ju. She doesn't have any friends anyway, so she has to do it alone."
How do I survive in this school? What are the disadvantages?
Even if it comes, you just face it. If you don't avoid it and just accept it, it doesn't become a problem.
I, Kim Yeo-ju's survival strategy
If you make eye contact, you lose.
Never make eye contact with anyone when walking down the hallway. Even if you need to speak, do not make eye contact with anyone.
Never make eye contact. If you do, you lose.
"Hey Kim Yeo-ju, when someone speaks, you have to look them in the eye, right?"
“Are you mute, Shit?”
‘Speaking is proof of existence’
When I open my mouth, I confirm my existence. Remaining as quiet as possible is the easiest and most difficult thing to do.
"You spoke well in your presentation earlier, but why don't you keep answering my questions? Are you ignoring me?"
“…”
They say that introverts will be visited by Mendela and given the kiss of truth, but where is my Prince Mendela? Mendela is not a savior. He is not a prince who saves me when I am in trouble, but someone who understands and accepts me as I am.
The homeroom teacher came in and stood at the podium, looking toward the door. The door opened, and a seemingly normal-looking boy, neatly draped around his bag, carefully entered and stood next to the homeroom teacher, scratching his head.
"A transfer student has arrived today. Introduce yourself and take a seat."
"Please take care of me. I'm Kim Seokjin."
Seokjin looked around for an empty seat and met my eyes as I sat near the window. Even though it was an empty seat, it was the seat next to me.
Since there was nothing there, I quickly averted my eyes and looked out the window.
“Hi, can I sit here?”
His face appeared right in front of me, as if he'd arrived. I was startled, but I just rolled my eyes and nodded slightly. His pretty face, his sharp nose, and his cherry-like lips kept drawing into my mind. I glanced sideways, aware of him.
“I guess all the classes were Korean classes.”
“…”
"Prince Mendela... how fascinating. Introverts would avoid kissing you, while extroverts would accept it. Do you really think introverts will accept kisses?"
“…”
And yet, we continued to babble on about the same topic for about ten minutes. I still didn't speak, but he continued to babble beside me. I was worried about the dangers that might change my school life in the future, but a strange excitement kept him on his toes.
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Taehyung's point of view
"So the reason you two got into trouble was because of the national security incident that happened yesterday? Squad Leader, you go ahead and do it."
"Yes, goodbye."
The origins of the incident were simple. That new X pisses me off. Even if I endure it, I'll get cursed at, so he's going to strike first. Problem child image +1
“Homeroom teacher? I told you, that kid was the one who made my hand fly off first.”
"You're so articulate. You hit him first, right? When on earth are you going to grow up like that?"
Yesterday's incident ended with a dog licking its face on the class president's desk, but today's incident happened after school. The class president...He kicked the desk I was sitting at, saying there was a strange smell coming from the desk, and made my morning sleep uncomfortable.
bang-
“Hey, ShiX, didn’t I tell you to clean it properly yesterday? It smells fucking bad.”
“You fucking sissy, I definitely told you to shut up yesterday.”
puck-
My frustration level went up by one today. I don't have the patience my older sister has in school. My school survival strategy is...
John X It's simple.
I, Kim Taehyung's Survival Strategy
‘I’m going to get cursed at anyway, so I’ll do it first’
He doesn't start fights, but if one does occur, it's usually because he's dissatisfied or it's just an unreasonable argument. Before he opens his mouth, he'll start by provoking the other person with his fist.
“Hey, Kim Taehyung, what are you doing?”
Everyone is murmuring and raising the class president. The class president is his own
He wipes his mouth and looks at me sharply.
“Yeah, it’s finally quieter now.”
Drrrrrrrr-
“Kim Taehyung, come out.”
At the teacher's call, I hurried out of the classroom. How could I possibly be held responsible for this incident? I am absolutely the victim. I concluded my reflection with a letter of reflection and left the teachers' office. On the wall next to the hallway, I saw a poster for school violence prevention.
‘A single word can hurt.’
I paused for a moment and stared at the poster. Every word hurt.
We all know it's possible, but who will heal the wounds that have already been inflicted? These posters always discuss the perpetrator's actions. They don't offer any messages that heal or even look into the victim's wounded heart. I added a note below with a pen.
‘So I don’t say anything’
If it had been this far, I wouldn't have been called to the principal's office twice a day.
No. I would have done that, but I even signed my autograph next to it.
‘So I don’t say anything’
Class 3, Grade 2taehyoung kim
"This...was this our Kim Taehyung? He even signed this beautifully on this award-winning poster?"
"That's right"
"Why did you write it?"
"I think the poster is asking a question."
"what?"
"Why are you hurt? You don't ask why words hurt. So I'm asking on your behalf."
After a moment of silence, the teacher sighed deeply and looked at me. His eyes were shaking, but I couldn't understand what was on his mind.
I could tell.
“You…really…”
“He's a problem child”
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“Kim Taehyung, there’s a really big rumor going around that you doodled on a poster today. Can’t you just live a little more quietly?
“Sister, can you show some signs of being alive?”