𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲.𝐣𝐰.

You and him as idols {short story}

{A/n: If you are uncomfortable with she or her just skip this story. I hope it is not cringe and enjoy😁}

Was that bullying? When people talk behind me about what ugly clothes I have and why my mobile phone brand is not Apple or Samsung. Could that really count as bullying? Everyone was nice to me and nobody insulted me directly in my face, but as soon as I turned my back the world behind me went black and white. The people who politely asked me if I could help them with math suddenly started talking about what I was wearing. "Poor she can't help the fact that her parents are poor." Either they felt sorry for me or I was insulted or discriminated against. Yeah I guess that's bullying. Bullying behind my back. And I pretended not to notice anything and would be in a good mood and happy like every day. But at home I looked in the mirror and tears formed in my eyes. Again and again. "If one day I will have enough money or be rich then I will still behave appropriately and dress." I looked in the mirror with a more confident look and swore to myself. I was a trainee and if I ever should become an idol then I would keep my promise. And I will show the real me against these bullies. I will show them that they don't have to show compassion or offend me. Being poor is not a crime. It's time to turn around this black and white world and give them my colors.

"What do you think is the meaning of life?" Our teacher suddenly asked us before the doorbell started. Nobody answered. No wonder this question was not easy either. What was really the meaning of life, I thought. The bell released the stutends as a boy started to speak at the other end of the classroom: "There are many things in life. Getting a job, getting rich and becoming powerful, but I think these are just illusions. That which connects and holds everyone together is love. Love is the meaning of life. " Many stormed out of the room while some were still packing up. The teacher smiled at the student. "Yang Jungwon answered very well. I hope you never forget that. I wish you all a nice weekend for the rest of the waiting. " I waited until everyone was gone and walked over to Jungwon as he was packing his things. ,, Hey Wonie ",, Oh hey Y / n!" I watched him as he stuffed his notebooks that had no envelope into his pocket, which was already completely out of date. He was one of the few people I really liked with all my heart here. Our families knew each other but more than that he knew how I felt.

"Poor she still has those outdated shoes." That was exactly the kind of comment I had been waiting for. I turned around and wanted to open my mouth when nothing came out. There were a lot of people behind me. Some looked at me pityingly and some looked over at me in amusement. Suddenly I became aware. The difference between rich and poor was much bigger and deeper. I would have to deal with it and until I get successful one day. But I can't stand such comments anymore. "I think you should Instead of talking so much about others or me, concentrate on your own business. Yes, my family is poor. I know that too, but I don't think I need pity or any other insults. Being poor is not a crime." I almost started crying in anger, but I pulled myself together. I walked home quickly with an angry look without looking back at the others behind me. I pushed aside harmless stones lying on the ground with anger. "I will be successful then you don't have to pity me anymore. And I'll help poor children too." I wiped away my tears and saw a couple of strangers staring at me on the street. I brushed my hair aside, looked at the floor and quickly walked on." Hey y / n! " shouted a familiar voice behind me and before I could turn, Jungwon was standing next to me. He had a strawberry milkshake in his hand and was handing it to me. I wanted to refuse but he insisted that I drink it. "Thanks Jungwon." I smiled at him. "I heard what happened." he smiled proudly at me, "You did well." I choked briefly and also began to smile proudly. I was happy that I had people like him who supported me. My cheeks were still red because of his compliment as we walked home in silence since we lived in the same neighborhood. Jungwon had wavy dark brown hair, a prominent nose and large eyes with long black eyelashes. His pale but smooth skin made him look like an angel. I smiled lightly, my angel. He was always there for me like a guardian angel. Even when he once noticed how others were talking about me, he messed with them even though he's the quieter guy.