𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

hongjoong || cold-hearted

~ High school au ~
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A young girl's sweet voice drifted through the air. Her song was quite pleasant to the bypasser's ear, but only those who have experienced similar betrayal as her would understand the lyrics. The words mirrored her inner feelings, and, along with the solitude on the school's roof, served as her escape.

Once she finished her song, she sighed in content. Every time she sang her song, she would feel one step closer to humanity; one step closer to leaving behind her cold exterior. But she wasn't entirely ready to trust anyone yet.

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Y/n's POV

I kept my gaze focused on the ground as I walked through the hall to my next class. On my way I bumped into someone. The impact sent my books flying through the air and my pencils scattering over the smooth floor. The guy didn't even apologize, but I guess he didn't owe me an apology. I was the one who didn't look where I was going after all.

Lucky for me most students were already in class, so the number of people in the hall was minimal. I quickly squatted down and gathered my things. Usually in stories some handsome jock would come to the girl's aid. His admirers would stare in disgust as he helped the poor girl. Then in the end the two would fall in love: the silent girl and the playboy. But that wasn't the case with me.

No, I never got any help from anyone whatsoever. Most people were oblivious to my existence, but those who acknowledged me just ignored me. I guess they were afraid of me, but I couldn't care less. I preferred having no friends for the time being. People just caused unnecessary trouble when you trusted them anyway.

I was surprised to notice a nerdy guy watching me while I picked up my things. His mouth was half open, and he was without doubt gawking. I knew exactly why. I shouldn't have worn this stupid short skirt.

I got up and glared at him. "What are you looking at, huh?"
He instantly straightened up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Then he continued on his way without another glance in my direction.

I guess that it was partly my fault for not having friends. I didn't put in any effort to be friendly at all. Not to mention that I frown a lot, giving people the impression that I'm a short-tempered girl.

Then again, I was okay with being the only one in my non-existent friend circle. At least for now.

With a sigh I headed to my class. The teacher didn't even notice me entering the classroom. All the students were greeted with a smile except for me. Sometimes it hurts to be invisible.

But there was no room to show vulnerability in this cruel world.

I slowly unpacked my books, mentally preparing myself for a draining two hour Maths lesson.

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Hongjoong's POV

I impatiently tapped my pencil against my desk. Maths was almost over, and I couldn't wait.
"Calm down, bro," my friend, Seonghwa, whispered to me. I gave him a side glance before sighing and putting down my pencil.

As the teacher continued to talk, my eyes wandered over the students until they landed on the girl I saw in the hallway earlier. She bumped into a guy and her things fell, but no one helped her to pick them up. Not even the creepy guy who stared at her because of the length of her skirt.