Jisung's POV

That day, I didn't come back to the class. I didn't feel like going to the class, so, I went to building D where there's usually no teachers around. The teachers seemed to not care about that place for some reason. Behind the building was a basketball court and there was a spectators bench there. I lay my back against the bench seat and placed my head on my hands as I stared at the sky. I took out my phone and earphone before playing a song on my phone.

I had been into music reasonly. I still didn't know what I wanted to pursue but if luck was with me...I would like to study music. Either it be a music producer or a singer I don't really care. I just like music. I don't think my parents would mind since Minsoo  played piano. That's music too.

Maybe this was why I was happy? I tried talking to my parents yesterday and they seemed to be fine with it.

Ring!!

I opened my eyes when I heard the bell rang. I pushed myself up and tidied myself before walking away from the bench.

All student had already left and it was only me there but when I walked to my class, I couldn't find my bag anywhere. Did someone took it...I thought as I walked to my desk, refusing to stop searching for it.

Sigh

It really was not there. I gave up and went home but that night, I was attacked by a cold. Must be because I slept at building D. It wasn't a good idea to sleep at an open space. My mother who was always kind to me patted my head and told me not to worry about school. So, I slept but I didn't get any better. Sleeping merely made me more tired and sicker.

Why I was at my mother's place? Well, mostly I stay at her place and sometimes return to my father's place. I can come and go as I please. When they divorced, it was my father who won the case and he was my legal guardian. I was grateful enough he didn't held me from meeting my mother.

I cried and never did I stop crying when I remembered the day my family broke apart. Neither of my parents cheat on each other...nor did they fight. I still didn't know what it was. So, I put the fault on myself for being lacking and troublesome.

A week passed and I still didn't go to school although I was no longer sick. My mother knew something was wrong but I dare not to tell her about my problem. My homeroom teacher had asked me about the school fee and even asked me to pay for the student's council door that I had broke thanks to that Hwang Hyunjin. If I go to school they must be pestering me about those two things. It's troublesome.

During these past few days, I did a few jobs here and there. I lied to my mother about going to school when i was going job seeking and landed some work outside the neighbourhood.

Sometimes, I went to the playground to play with the kids in the neighbourhood. Their parents trusted me since I used to be close with everybody when I was a kid. So,me playing with the kids wasn't a weird thing to see around here. Their laughter and smiled gave me happiness. Kids are so pure, they're like white canvas which I envied. I had already been tainted with many colours. I already knew too many things I shouldn't and things I didn't want to know. Of course not all colour are bad though.

"Brother squirrel, how do you know when you like someone?" A kid suddenly asked me. I raised an eyebrow. How come a primary school kid was asking me that question but well, kids nowadays grow faster than we all think.

"Why? Do you like someone?" I teased when his face turned into a shade of red. "Well...how do I know when I like someone?" I asked myself this time. "Probably when you think of this person a lot and when you want to treasure that person or hug that person. Something like that?" I asked while smiling. I could answer him with more details but I'm afraid he wouldn't understand me anyway.

"Where is Hyang mi anyway?" I asked Jinwoo. He pointed his finger at something and told me "she was with that big brother and then I saw Hyang mi running to her mom" I turned around and widened my eyes once I saw Hyunjin's back. Does he live around here? I thought before sliding down the slide. "Hey, it's getting late! Don't you guys need to go home?" I asked the kids. Some of them persuaded me to stay longer but I didn't want to because the thought of Hyunjin seeing me had already clouded my mind.

I sent the kids back to their home and ran to my mother's. I slammed the door and held my chest. "What is he doing here?" I said.

"Sung? Did you just get back?" My mother asked as she appeared from the kitchen while wiping her hand with a towel. I flinched and smiled at her. "I just walked the kids home" I told her. She smiled gently and patted my head. "A friend of yours came just now" I flinched again. Friend? Friend of mine? It couldn't be them, right? It couldn't be that they're angry that I didn't come to the school and went to my house...or it could be Jeongin or seungmin but they don't even know where I live? Maybe they asked the teacher.

"Hyunjin was it? Slightly tall. He is good looking too" my mother complimented this friend. When I heard his name, I felt relieved that it wasn't them but I also felt shocked that it was him. "He left something for you. Mom already place it on your bed" she said before she walked into the kitchen to continue cooking.

I ran to my room and saw a bag on my bed. I reached for the bag when something fell out from it. When I looked down, there was a piece of card. I picked it up and flipped it over. +82 XX XXXX YYYY . :) call me.

I stared at the number blankly before throwing it into the dustbin inside my room. Did he think I would want to talk to him?

Sigh

Now it came to this, I should just tell him face to face not to talk to me but I didn't have enough courage to. When I came to the school the next day, I couldn't even look at him in the eyes. I was being a coward, putting up a stern face as if I didn't care about him.

Clatter

Once again, I escaped from him. I stood up from my seat and strode out from the classroom. I stayed at the toilet, thinking until it was recess time. When the bell rang, I quietly opened the cubicle door and walked out. I stared at myself at the mirror and wondered why I looked like my mother but was very different from her. She was brave and I was a coward.

Someone suddenly tugged my hand and pushed me back into the toilet. With a loud thud, I fell onto the dirty floor. No no no no...not now...no no..I chanted in my head when I saw Seojun and his friends. "Are you all better now? Heard you're sick" he told me as if he was a friend.

"It's a good thing I saw you. The kid from your class annoyed me. I'm kind of angry now. How about you help me get rid of my anger." He said while smiling.He always punch me whenever he's angry either at me or someone else. I wasn't amused at all.

I shivered at the thought of being pushed inside a toilet. I pushed myself up and glared at them which they only laughed at. To them, I must seemed very ridiculous but hey, look where we were?

We're in the toilet, I could do some trick on them and escape like last time.

Creak

The door suddenly opened and I widened my eyes at the sight of Hyunjin staring at me. Seojun turned around and saw him. "Is this not the transfer student?" Hyunjin ignored him and walked towards the sink. He washed his hand and wasn't even bothered by what he saw. I guess he was mad because I ignored him. He shouldn't be bothered in the first place.

Seojun started laughing. "See, sung? He didn't even make effort to help you! That just show how unimportant you are" Of course, why would Hyunjin help me if we were not friend? Seriously, this friend...he had some screw loose in his head. He had so many funny ideas about harassing me all the time. How was he so obsessed with me? Like he's literally all over me! All I know Kim Seojun could be head over heel for me.

I stared at Hyunjin and stared coldly at him "Go" I mouthed without letting out any voice.

Hyunjin didn't even look at me and started walking out when he stopped and turned around. "Pathetic" he said. Seojun started laughing even louder. "I kind of like this transfer student! He is merciless...he called you pathetic" I felt a clench around my heart. It almost like I would cough out blood any second.  I lowered my head, not daring to look at Hyunjin's face nor Seojun's gaze, afraid that I will punch both of them right here. I have some anger management issue, you see? My father had already warned me not to seek for fight or he will not let me see my mother. That's why I hated fights.

"Not him" Hyunjin continued. "You" I lifted my head and stared at him in disbelief. "bullying people weaker than you...it's pathetic" he suddenly stared at his hands and sighed. "I just washed my hand too..." He said before he punched seojun who was trying to attack him.