possessive touches × yoonnie

cold eyes on me

no one pov

@street 344

"we'll meet tomorrow again right ?! I'm looking forward to it" taehyung said , excitement visible in his eyes as he stared at the quite girl infront of him. "yeah! Jennie we'll meet each other again." he declares on his own as the said girl dint respond back.

"h-huh ?! ..yeah" Jennie responded looking away from his gaze.

"I tried my best to be friends with you..still feels like a dream" taehyung said as he showed his handsome boxy smile.

Jennie noded.

"so I'll see you tomorrow again, same time as this" taehyung beamed out of excitement.

"ye-.."

"I don't...think so" a familiar deep raspy voice said inturpting the one sided conversation of the two.

"...!"

"...!!"

the cold voice made jennies heart sink with a thud.

it started a few days ago.

when Jennie met him.

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Jennie's pov

@school yard

if someone asks me what I hate most in this world. i won't hesitate to answer it.

it is the school.

because it's what living hell is like.

'what s wrong with your life ? you are gross!'

"...!"

what I see every morning when I enter my class is my desk covered with graffiti. rotten rags and notes were full of curses inside my desk.

I'm not shaken by the bad words anymore. perhaps, I'm used to it.
but I still choke up or cry when I see bad words about my parents.

it would be allways like this. the fact that no one likes me. it was my first month in the new academic year and I can allready tell you that no one likes me, in fact they hated me for some reasons.

i would be fiddling with the hem of my skirt alone in the cafetarias , eating alone. no one by my side unlike those popular girls from my class. but I would rather say I like peace and quite instead of noisy friends arround me. but that's not true , I would just say that to myself for my own peace of mind.

what makes me feel truly like a outcast is...

the PE class.

"class 11 , you guys are a bit ahead of the courses"

"we should wait other classes to catch up..so.."

"girls play volleyball boys basket ball." the p.e teacher cheered clapping his hands smiling at the students.

why p.e class of all ? why volley ball of all? I hate it! because it hurts!

the girls lined up them self in symmetrical teams , who's left ? ofcource me. I'm standing in the corner with my usual plane face because I knew I would be left out.

no matter how much I suffer from the inside , no one ever listens.

but nonetheless the coach made me stand in one of the blue team.

*woosh-!*

"Ah...!"

one of the girl gritted her teeth "hey ! you made us loose a score!" she said.