Kyun held her white shirt in disgust, disgracefully mumbling some incoherent words. Kyun shrugged it off, letting off a huff of air. She then hurried off home.

---

"Yup, doing fine." Kyun answered back, fiddling with the pistol in her hands. "No, I did not touch your gun." She said, pointing the pistol at the mirror, the pointer directly pointed to the reflection her head. "It's not loaded right?" Kyun asked, index finger hovering over the trigger switch.

"No-"

BANG!

"I mean yes."

"SHIT" Kyun's loud shout echoed loudly inside the apartment, the bang from the gun also damaged her ears.

"What was that noise dear?"

"Oh, no no no, that was nothing."

"Then why'd you curse?"

"Fine." Kyun picked up the gun that she threw on the floor after the gun went off, quickly shuffling through her dad's drawer and stuffing the gun under files that she didn't bother touching. "The med-kit fell on the floor and it broke," She lied, sitting back on her bed.

"I know that's not the whole story."

"And it broke the mirror..." Kyun spoke with a sad tone, mentally cringing.

A sigh could be heard from the other side of the phone. Her dad told her that it's okay and to never touch the glass on the floor ti'll he comes home- 'I'm not a child.' Kyun pouted, crossing her arms.

"See you at home, dad."

"Alright"

The beep could be heard at the other side. Once Kyun heard that, she quickly moved, removing the bullet that was stuck in the mirror. She trudges over the window, opening it and throwing the bullet outside.

She then climbed over her bed, and reached out on top of the cabinet, trying to get the med-kit- and in fact, she failed to do so and, injured herself.

Kyun groaned on the ground before touching her what she supposed, her broken left arm. "Well, hooray? I got another evidence that I didn't use dad's gun?" Kyun grumbled before standing up while holding her left arm.

She glared at the med-kit laid beside her, not thinking of the consequences, she kicked it. Hard.

"OW- FVCK THAT HURT!"

"Fvcking guns- fvcking mirrors- FVCK MED-KITS"

Kyun shouted before flopping down on her bed. Then suddenly, the bell rang. She quickly got up, waddling to the front door and peeking at the hole.

When she saw that it was her dad, she opened the door to let her in. "Sup dad," Kyun waved at her dad, red cuts covering her hand. "I'm doing fine." She gave a thumbs up.

"What have you done to yourself?" Her dad asked her daughter, encasing her face into his hands. "Oh my god, dad, please let go of me." Kihyun complained, squirming out of his grasp.

"C'mere, let's get you fixed."

---

"Kyun, we need to talk." Jinyoung looked at his child with a serious gaze.

'Ermergehd did he find out I'm using his gun?'

"About what?" Kyun nervously looked up to him.

Her dad's face lit up in happiness, "I finally found you a school!"

"SCHOOL?!" Kyun slammed her hands on the table, eyes widening.

"Yup, you heard it right, I knew you'd get excited!" Her dad grinned with a thumbs up.

"DAD I HATE SCHOOL!" Kyun huffed, crossing her arms and planting herself back on the sofa.

Jinyoung's face went down as he heard the statement, "but I already enrolled you in- plus it's free as long as you're smart!"

Her dad brought out a familiar flashy poster. "See? I found this on the streets a week ago and thought of enrolling you in."

"Fine!" Kyun glared, looking away. Her dad fist bumped mentally in glee. "But you're letting me use your-"

"Nope."

"Jeez- you're such a killjoy."

"Who would bring a gun to school anyways?."

"Duhh, then it's me."

---

"Bye Kyunnie~"

"Dad- please no- you've done enough bringing me to school."

"Then do you want me to take back your newly brought gun?"

"Wait what- you've brought me a gun?!--" "I love you dad! See you later~" Kyun pranced over to her dad to encase him in a hug. Her dad sneakily slipped in the gun in the back pocket of her back pack.

"Byeee~" Kyun happily waved to him.

Kyun lifted up her socks so that it could reach half of her bottom leg, it was said that your required to wear above your knees- but eh. EH. I don't care. No one cares- well, the school cares.

Kyun also fixed the thin, green ribbon that was on her shirt, it meant that you were in middle school.

Well, she wouldn't care but it was her first day anyways. You always need that good reputation to boost up your confidence.

Kyun huffed, walking towards the designated room that she'd have through the 10 months of school.

8 - A

Knock knock

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Sup. I sarang you.