smile!! [yugbam]

exhibit 03

the room was decorated like some sort of school. lockers, classroom doors, the simple things that make up a school. except there was a lack of students. in the far corner though, was a bunch of red scribbles and realistic looking blood dripping down from the wall to the floor. a spotlight was shining down on the red corner.

instead of a podium, there was a school wooden desk and a blue chair to accompany it. on the desk was a polaroid, a blue cotton cloth, and a roll of tape. in front of the desk was an old school tv set that students used to watch documentaries or the news. on the tv was showing a video of a boy walking down the busy streets like the one shown in the polaroid.

it was dated '940510' and above the tv was "journal entry 3'.

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oh my god... i knew his pants looked similar to mine... HE GOES TO THIS SCHOOL???

bambam caught one glimpse at the stranger and IMMEDIATELY recognized him.

that makes total sense why he's so talented then. this school has the best art students. bambam thought to himself as he watched the boy walk in the hallways slowly, with some sort of trudge lagging in him. without even realizing it, he started to follow far behind him, watching every move he does.

he looked so lifeless. like there was no sense or purpose to anything he was doing or the atmosphere he created around him. it was terribly the opposite against the art he created.

bambam felt a sting in his chest.

he tried to muster up all the courage in his body to go up to the boy and talk to him. he looks so lonely. maybe i should approach him...

but just as he was about to walk up to him... three random scary looking dudes approached him. bambam recognized one of the students in his class, park jinyoung.

oh good! he has friends with him. maybe i shouldn't follow him like a creep anymo-

*slam*. the tall, emotionless boy got knock up against the wall. jinyoung chuckled at the sight of the boy wincing on the floor.

other classmates scurrying in the hallways left and right didn't bud one single eye to the commotion. it was like as if nothing was happening at all. everyone completely ignored that he just got pounded against the concrete wall. bambam observed from afar.

"oh, the all great and mightly kim yugyeom is here! we've missed you sooo much, right guys." he gave the most sarcastic laugh as he high fives his other two friends. "where have you been huh?" jinyoung crouches towards the floor to meet the boy's, who seems to be named yugyeom, eye level. "oh that's right... you were out graffitiing shit all over our precious town." he pulled out his phone, showing the post of bambam's blog up in yugyeom's face. yugyeom didn't peep out one word. "no one asked you to ruin the walls like this, dumbass. get lost."

yugyeom sighed, as if he's already given up. bambam couldn't believe his eyes. from what he's seen the other day, yugyeom seemed so tough and intimidating. but in this moment, he seemed so helpless and already in the mental state that he lost. he was really mean for no reason to bambam for a first encounter, but bambam really couldn't see why he deserved to be treated like this. where absolutely nobody around him would even help him out in the slightest. bambam wanted to look away, it was so painful to just watch. he really wanted to interfere but... he couldn't get himself to. the only thing his body let him do is just stand frozen, being an absolute fucking bystander. he couldn't bear this at all.

but it just continued.

"do you think you're so much better than me
to not even speak, huh?" jinyoung grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall once more. his head gained a fresh bruise from that hit. "jesus, just burn in hell already. why are you still around. it's not like anyone cares about you anyways. in fact, i'm doing everyone a favor by messing with you. if i didn't know any better you could maybe even fall in love with-"