Third person Pov

Late evening winter on a school day, students are walking out of their school heading home. The cold winter wind blew nipping the white pale skins of students.

A group of boys were walking down the halls with hands in their pockets. Students in front of them made way scattering to not block the hallway and flee. Winter in Daegu was cold but when this particular group of boys are in your way, winter seems to be more colder.

Just the aura of this particular boy can make anyone shiver. His pale white skin compliment with the white sheets of snow. This particular boy, a junior in high school whom everyone fears, Min Yoongi. Next to him is his best buddy Lee Chul.

The group contains six boys as they walk behind the two fiercest boys. While walking down the hall, Yoongi stopped tilting his head to the left. "You guys go ahead, I'll follow you later." Yoongi turns around with his hand in his pockets.

"Where are you going?" Chul asked, "I have to finish some business." Yoongi replied shortly with a small smirk.

In a quiet hallway Yoongi's footsteps echoed throughout the hallway and into the empty classrooms. Turning to the left, he slammed the door open causing a girl to jolt in her seat. She froze in her spot with a paint brush tightly grasped in her hand.

Yoongi eyed the art room filled with paintings, drawings, and sculptures. Every footsetp he took the young girl flinch. Her long mid black hair down as she sat in a frozen position as if someone had taken a picture of her painting.

Yoongi circled around her with his hands behind his back. "Interesting," he leaned forward to the canvas she was currently painting on. "Oh don't stop painting because I intimidate you, keep painting." He nudged.

She carefully touched the canvas with her paintbrush, the colors left a trail behind the stroke of the brush. Although the room is cold, the young girl broke in sweat from the nervous feeling of his presence. "Did you paint this? Uee?" Yoongi emphasized her name turning to her. Hearing him say her name outloud sent shivers down her spine.

Uee was afraid to answer him, but she nod her head slightly. "I WANT AN ANSWER!" Uee jumped in her seat shaking, "y-yes." She replied in a shaky voice. Yoongi sighed walking over to her, "I was having a bad day, I thought coming here and seeing your artwork would make me happy and feel at peace." Yoongi's husky voice was low and vibrant in the room.

He sighed a long sigh, "but unfortunately, your artwork couldn't satisfy my peacefulness." Yoongi said matter of factly, "they're pretty boring, plain, and ugly." He shook his head disapprovingly. Uee gripped the paintbrush in her hand feeling insecure. "You know, maybe I should paint too." Yoongi rubbed his chin as if it was the best idea.

"Hmm I'm such a genius." He smirked. Uee heard him walk away from behind her wondering his next move. She felt Yoongi grab her arm and pull her off the chair as she yelped from the sudden grab. He yanked her off the chair throwing her onto the floor as she fell off the tall stool. It all happened so fast as Uee fell landing incorrectly on her wrist first.

She moaned from the masive throbbing pain in her right wrist. A low laugh in satisfaction ecoed in the art room. Uee looked up from her wrist to see black paint splattered on her painting. All the hard work she put in this painting, the emotions she put in this painting from the way she felt. This painting was special to her because it was personal to her, a painting so different from what she usually paint; landscapes, and statues.

Her eyes filled with tears, "aww don't tell me you're going to cry." Yoongi chuckled, he crouch down to her height, "I made it better, don't cry over something like this." Yoongi laughed at her tears that are easily falling from her eyes, except it wasn't tears for the weak because he hadn't only ruined her painting but it was tears of rage.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" She shouted in his face staring at him with the most hatred in her eyes, her hair falling to her face. "This was going to be in the winter art show exhibit!" Uee sobbed, "You ruined it. YOU RUINED IT! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD I HAD TO GET MY ART TEACHER TO ALLOW ME TO PAINT SOMETHING LIKE THIS!?" She pushed Yoongi with her left hand as he fell back.

Yoongi stood up angry, "don't get mad at me!" He gritted his teeth. "Don't get mad?!" Uee stood up stumbling a bit, "Because of YOU! This painting became the way it is! I have every right to be MAD!" Uee cried through her tears as the boy in her painting.

"ITS JUST A DAMN PAINTING, WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT IT!" Yoongi shouted. Uee clenched her hand in a tight fist from the anger she held in for so long. "GET OUT! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE YOU JERK!" She pushed Yoongi on the chest, he backed up with every hard push leaving a painful sore feeling to his chest. Uee slammed the door on his face leaving an angry Yoongi at the front of the art room.

Inside the art room Yoongi heard a high pitch scream, paintbrushes and chairs being thrown to the floor. "I HATE YOU WITH MY LIFE! YOU RUINED MY PAINTING AND MY LIFE!" Yoongi heard another crash but more like a rip, the sound of a canvas bring ripped. The young girl inside the room had so much rage because of a particular person who verbally bullied her thoughout her high school year.

Yoongi had already walked away getting mad at her for getting angry over a black splatter of paint on her painting. Back in the art room was trashed from Uee's anger and rage.

The painting was a sad boy with paint dripping down from his hair as if he's melting away. The painting represented her, the particular person who made her life miserable and insecure made her want to melt and disappear from the world. The look in his eyes reflect hers from the way she felt the pain, it was an image of her.

Now that the painting is ruined, she grabbed paint and started painting in rage, screaming at every paint splatter on the canvas. Paint slid from the canvas as if it were rain drops on the window, falling down leaving a trail of rain.

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The next day Yoongi walked down the hall of the art rooms, opening the door where he was last night after school. The art room was neatly cleaned, the loud crashing from yesterday was cleaned up as the middle of the room stood the same painting Uee painted.

Yoongi walked in front of the painting to see the end result. It was no longer a plain painting of a boy with sad eyes but splatters of paint. Black tears fell from his eyes from the hatred and anger, the painting wasn't full of sad emotions, but rage.

He finally understood this painting. It was her reflection through this boy. The details of the paint splatters, strokes, and the eyes screamed at him. "Oh, Mr. Min Yoongi what are you doing here in the art room? You don't belong here mister." The art teacher walked in with her cup of coffee.

"Ahh the painting, you like it? Yang Uee painted it. Say I'm not very fond of this piece of work from her, she usually does beautiful paintings but this, this is so different from her other works. I wonder what happen?" She hummed. "Oh well, but the artwork isn't so bad, the more you look at it you're so drawn into it. Crazy but I love it." She chuckled, "Uee never fails to amaze me, too bad she doesn't show much of her paintings. But I'm glad we're entering this into the winter art exhibit."

Yoongi stared at the painting and walked out of the art room. He hated this feeling, the feeling of hurting her but he couldn't help it. He wanted her attention, her acknowledgment, but he knew he's doing it wrong. The more he hurts her the more he hurts himself. Why does he do it? He doesn't know why. It became a habit, a terrible habit.

Yoongi stormed into the hallways as other students made way for him knowing he's mad and pissed off. No one bothers a pissed off Yoongi as they can feel his cold wrath.

Yoongi went to the office and asked where Uee is, "I'm sorry Mr. Yoongi but it's confidential to share a students absence with another student." The lady at the front shook he head. "Tell me or I'll black mail you with the video of you and Kim Taejun from the senior class sleeping together." Yoongi threatened with a low voice.

She swallow hard on her saliva as she nodded, "okay fine! Please don't leaked the video!" She pled, "then tell me where Uee is!" He commanded. "She's at the hospital."

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TBC!!!

Hello loves! I hope you like the first chapter! I had a hard time coming up with the first chapter.