UNEXPECTED | YM

CHAPTER 1

"It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living."

-Guy De Maupassant

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Darkness.

Peace.

Silence.

Roar of laughter.

His eyes blinked feverishly, the light mixed with dust, blinding his eyes. His abdomen, back, thighs, arms, each and every fucking body part was throbbing with pain.

His body sprawled across the muddy playground of Dulwich Dwight High School, as he was beginning to regain consciousness.

He sat up slowly, coughed out some dust and tried to fix his now muddy vision with a rub of his fingers. A pain shot up his left leg, as he tried to stand.

Falling down with a low thud, he stretched his legs, arms, neck and back. No sign of any pain could be seen on his face. It seems like it was his daily routine.

He stood back up slowly. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans that perfected out his body structure.

He wasn't very buff, neither was he too skinny. He began rubbing his clothes in an attempt to remove the dust, not that he cared about it.

After all he kept respect of the fact that he was in school and external beauty was a major part of the Dulwich Dwight High School. However, the dust that was filled up in his heart rather than blood, cannot be rubbed off or removed ever again.

Or so he believed for the time being.

He finally got a clear vision of his surroundings, and could see a crowd of students departing from the playground, laughing and sometimes looking back at him and giggling amongst themselves, shamelessly.

He no longer cared about those disgusting laughing faces anymore, and instead looked around for his school bag.

When all of this bullying started, he would spend hours crying his eyes out, sitting behind the bench, questioning the existence of his life through the layers of water in his eyes..

Gradually, it became such a regular thing, that the time he used to spent in crying, began to decrease. Rather he learnt how to pull back those tears, rarely taking it out. He now aspired to become a man with no emotions, following the steps of a character he'd seen in Game of thrones, 'Jaqen, H' gar.'

He saw his bag thrown beside a bench, covered in dust. He went, rubbed off some dust, picked it up and made way to his class, ignoring the pain in his body.

He reached out to his favourite seat, beside the window. It was one of those things that he looked forward to, even if it was just a table and chair. At least they did not bother him.

Another thing he looked forward to were his friends. There was taehyung in his class who would sit in the seat in front of him. There were also jin and hoseok, but they were a year older than him.

He took out a small notebook for the time being. No one knows what he draws in it, not even his friends. Seems like it is a thing he does, that helps him escape from the reality, temporarily. Students were filing in. Some glancing at him and laughing. Some studying. Some sleeping.