Butterflies 🦋 chansung

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I got accepted at this coffee shop as a part-timer, knowing that I was just a high school student, I told them that I needed the money to move out.

I got a job, the hiring was pretty fast, and i wnet through it as honest as I could they saw my bruises even though I hid them, the manager knew that I would fail my medical looking like this but hired me nontheless. I went back to school and face a series of community service punishments. My parents became oddly quiet. No police reports, they haven't looked for me either ever since I ran away.

The owner and the interviewer was actually glad to have me a part-timer in paper but a full time employee in schedule and pay, a considerate bunch if you ask me. Since the pay is an hourly basis it wasn't as bad and it's fair enough. They just started this risky operation of 24-hour coffee shop and it was actually busy until 12, delivery orders are massive at thos times and late-workers usually come in for the nightly caffeine boost.

I decided to even out the money I still have left after renting a small bedspace, shared with other people. It wasn't that bad. There are common rooms for laundry and kitchen. As I would love to save more to get in a proper apartment or proper college with dorms in the future. I even applied for weekly gig at a band as a guitarist, there I met people lured me in the underground scene. It was a different world than I have ever been.

I am not tight, but I have to act as if I am. to make sure I won't starve and land back to my parents soon.

I planned my budget meals along with my job and schooling hours.

I couldn't care less about academics right now, I  am sure enough that I won't flunk.  I focused less on school not as much as I would normally have, It wasn't my only world right now.

Also,  I'm gone from the officer list due to my recent case as punishment. Setting a bad example for the other students is what they've said.  I've been hovering around the classes like I'm a ghost. I am too focused in living. That I startes paying less attention to the people arouns me.

"Hey, Han."

"Hi.

"Sung, How are you?"

"Good."

"Squirrel!"

I just smiled back everytime my classmates ask of me or greet me. They knew I outed myself after the video they took got to the upper people.

They've all gotten guilty ever since. And the distance that I didn't meant to put since I have to go to work right after school made them feel more accountable, no matter the countless times that I brush it and tell them I'm all good and It waa bound to happen.
Chan also blamed himself.

Of course he would.

"My friends got my phone." He broke down one time. I kinda knew, It would be from him, but nor essenrially him. We both kept our own  copies to be honest.

"They thought it would be funny." He bawles in front of me.I laughed when I shouldn't have. It was his jock friends. Of course, they knew. Why else would they laugh everytime they see me.

"Jisung, it wasn't supposed to be funny." Hs frownes for a valid reason. Maube my humor got broken along the way tol ans manifestes as a defense mechanism.

"Got it." My aloof remark hurt Chan and his face is evident on it. Of course, He kept the video, just as I did. I mean, it was our first kiss. I couldn't be mad, or happy either. what's done is done.