To See The Moon

Someone Normal

     It was only a single drop of blood, yet it still burnt.

     The boy quickly wiped his hand on his shirt to get rid of the red, but the feeling remained. He knew what he had done. He still couldn't believe what he had done.

     He didn't think things could get any worse until he heard the door slowly open, letting in whatever light still remained in the dark and dingy apartment.

     Leaving the boy to have to face whoever's life he had forever ruined with an ignorant mistake.

     "Hyunjin! Hwang Hyunjin!"

     That dark room had felt so real that Hyunjin's eyes almost stung from the light coming through the window next to him. Not to mention his neck was a complete goner with the position his head was in on his desk.

     "H-huh?" Hyunjin intelligently said, putting himself back into a sitting position. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he could finally see his math teacher standing in front of her desk, her hand holding out chalk to him.

     "Hopefully your need to take a nap means that you've done the homework problems from last night and can therefore solve the problem on the board," she said, not amused in the slightest.

     Hyunjin stifled a groan. He had fallen asleep in class. Again. How many times had he told himself he'd stop doing that?

     "I'm really sorry, miss, it won't happen again," Hyunjin quickly said with a bow. He couldn't get on the bad side of any of his teachers. Not when he was this close to finally graduating.

     The fatigue on his face must have been apparent because his teacher's expression turned sympathetic. "Apology accepted. Now go do the equation."

     Luckily, Hyunjin had done the homework problems the night before (in the middle of the night near a dying lightbulb but hey, calculus wasn't picky). He quickly solved the problem and returned to his desk, wishing desperately that someone would pour a gallon of water on his head if that was what was going to keep him awake.

     "Good job, Hyunjin. Now, let's address the other sleeper in this class." The class let out a laugh, everyone knowing who the teacher was referring to.

     "Han Jisung, get up!" All eyes immediately went to the boy at the back of the room, who had put his head on his desk at the beginning of the class and had no plans to get up. Hyunjin knew that Jisung didn't fall asleep in class out of sleep deprivation or anything of that sort. It was simply to show how much he cared.

     Jisung opened one eye and looked at the teacher in front of him. "No thanks." He turned his head in the opposite direction and continued to be a statue.

     The teacher rolled her eyes but unfortunately, as everyone knew, this wasn't a rare occasion. "If you think detention is more amusing than math class, then be my guest." She put the slip on Jisung's desk. Jisung didn't even give it a glance.

     Han Jisung. High school senior and living the school life that, in a way, every kid wanted. He just didn't care. He arrived at school when he wanted, if he arrived at all, left when he saw fit, and spent his free time pulling all-nighters with all the other rowdy crowds or hanging out in the city square pulling off dares that only those with a death wish would even consider. However, he studied hard enough during exam times to be able to guarantee himself a high school diploma despite his carefree life. Jisung was quite friendly to Hyunjin and while Hyunjin appreciated that, Han Jisung was not the influence Hyunjin needed.

     Though he was one to talk. With the kind of life Hyunjin led, Jisung's misdeeds looked like those of angels.

     "Honestly. You kids live in one of the most prosperous cities in the world, have all the best opportunities at the tip of your fingers, yet there are still those of you who don't mind throwing it all away," the teacher said, going on a rant with pointed stares at an unbothered Jisung.