𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧}

39

"what brings you here ji-eun-ah?" she tilts her head a bit not breaking eye contact with me.

i break all eye contact with her, i espy han seojun giving him a cold stare. i watch him gulp looking away from my gaze, small marks of saliva on his neck. i bite my tongue trying to not break out my emotions,

"am i not allowed to be here?" i ask stepping back.

stop being weak ji-eun, your showing to much.

i see ha-yoon taking the chance to step forward, i step back until she stops. i look up in fear,

this isn't like you? why are you being yourself?

"ji-eun, did you know not everything's about you?" she looks down placing her hand on my shoulder squeezing it, i wince in pain but try giving off a hard look.

"your not worth it, so you can leave ji-eun. he doesn't want you, probably because you don't even love him. you never show seojun the love and attention he needs, so why bother dating a small cold girl like you?" she snickers, "plus you don't even have the looks. can't really be defending yourself when you haven't even developed yourself, look at me. i'm pretty, shouldn't i be your idol?"

"is it my fault it's hard to show my love and affection? and s-so what if i look like this..?" i try yelling back taking a few steps back till i hit my back to the wall.

i feel her hand push me down but i quickly leave running out.

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"i'm never talking to that jerk again.." i ball squatting down by the sidewalk.

"what are you doing here?"

i look up all teary eyed,

"it's kinda hard to see you.." i mumble.

i let out my tears and wipe them immediately, i see lee suho standing up watching my puffy face on the ground. he sets himself next to me and watches me cry and cry,

"i'm stupid. i'm dumb. why can't i just.. love s-someone properly like everyone else? why is everyone so pretty? and i'm here. looking like a child, i need to grow.." i scream in frustration.

i rant to suho telling him everything, i don't care right now, i just want someone to talk to, i just want someone to listen.

"oh." he blankly says.

i feel a small fellow came next to me. i sniff and look down, it's a grown cat. it's so cute. i pet it gently and sniff over and over. i see suho hand over a tissue. i look at him and squint at his nice actions, i then go back crying again.

"it's okay, maybe you should ask him to m-"

"no i don't wanna see his terrible face." i stubbornly blurt.

but you do.