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sohye walked into the school's office for what seemed to be the first time since freshman year, and awkwardly looked around as she waited to be tended to. the first thing she noticed were tons of pictures of students, all in expensive frames that must've been taken out of the school budget.
inching closer and closer to them, she started to read the ingrained words on each of them. it was their names, and graduating year. all of these students made an impact to the school, so it was no surprise to see kim seungmin on the wall.
she then took notice to the bright pink flowers under one girl, a girl name hochan lee. sohye couldn't figure out what was so special about her, until she read the bottom. her death date was also very prominent. what a shame, sohye thought. hochans aura was brighter than anyone else's.
"hey, need something?" a voice called out, softly and almost unsure. sohye turned to look at the small boy who still was slightly taller, nodding and handing him a piece of paper. "oh.. sohye."
"you know my name?" she asked, following behind him as he walked over to the front desk. the boy was certainly very pretty, brown hair on top and blonde underneath. he had a small face, his eyes less prominent than his other features due to his large circle glasses, but still noticeable in a soft way. his face seemed dumbfounded and gloomy, like he was just alive but not truly living.
sohye instantly began to hyper-analyze him, taking notice at the scars on his hands. he picks at his fingers a lot, there must be so much anxiety in him. and the fact that his hair is half and half makes her wonder what drove him to do that. just by hearing his voice, one can tell he was soft spoken, and possibly a foreigner. but nonetheless, his voice was awfully relaxing. she would love to hold a conversation with him.
he nodded, grabbing the paper much more aggressively than she expected. "of course. i'm in charge of attendance, i know every student."
"but yet you're a student yourself?" she asked, confused on why the school continued to employ every single student to avoid actually paying adults. all he did was nod, so she continued to speak, "how come i haven't seen you around?"
it took a second for him to answer as he filed the paper she gave him under 'absentee excuses', "i don't go to my classes. i used to.. but then remembered i'm the one in charge of organizing our absences."
"can't you get into real trouble for that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as he laughed. his laugh was just like his voice. the girl could feel herself becoming obsessed with this boy, she wanted to befriend him. it wouldn't be hard, she can tell how lonely he was.
"some teachers know and don't care, others forgot i exist. i still do my tests. i force my friends to pick up my work." he laughed again, looking up at her from his chair, "you don't know who i am, do you?"
