Your POV.
"18 years wasted. why do I even have to 'dO aN aSsIgNmEnT' when it's the final year!"
"you will not argue with me, Jungkook Jeon. go back to your seat."
the professor spoke in a sad tone.
he's planning to kill himself today.
"can you believe Mr. Chui?!? Y/n? dude, are you sleeping again?"
my 'friend' wunam asked. I was 6 or 7 when I was stuck on earth. I walked to an orphanage and stayed there. I recently started doing a job and I got myself a house for rent. I feel so superior here. not about the fact that I can make money appear out of thin air, but that I make it seem like I actually am a human. well, our bodies are the same anyway so I'll give that to them.
and yes, I was sleeping.
wunam isn't really my friend, she just sits next to me. she likes this boy named Jeon Jungkook who is famous for looking good? sure. but I have to put up with all this because, in return, I get tea. she tells me about the hottest and freshest gossip of the high school.
it's fun, listening to all the shit humans do. don't get me wrong, I don't consider myself stronger than them all, (which I clearly am) but I can say that I'm definitely smarter.
"I'm awake... I'm awake."
"why is Mr.Chui being so dramatic? poor jungkook..." she sighs.
"it's a little strange for you to talk about others being dramatic. why don't you just talk to him like any other human would?" I say.
"well, it's not like he likes me or anything..." she squeaks.
"did he tell you that?"
"i never confessed..."
"then how do you know? just give it a shot. what's the worse that could happen?"
-the next day-
"may wunam's soul rest in peace. we all miss her dearly"
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she jumped off the school terrace after being rejected.
just like I said before, I pity humans. they really aren't strong enough.
-- 슬픔 --
(seulpeum)
sorrow [noun]
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