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The Past

two years ago

Park Yuna🎨

Nervous chatter fills the hallway, students pacing back and forth in anxiety.

Ah, my favourite day of school. Parent-teacher conferences. It's an interesting experience when you don't exactly have anyone who can attend it.

It was the first conference held for the year and everyone did horrible in their monthly tests. It's been an entire month and high school is already an ass. 

What's the logic behind writing a test when you've just started the year?

"Yuna, I'm so sorry that I can't make it. There's been a car accident and there's five victims, they need everyone in the ER."

"It's fine, oppa," I assure him speaking into my phone.

"It's the first conference for the year and I'm not even there. That's just shitty," he complains, his voice overpowered by all the loud voices on the other end of the call.

"Bro, you got people to save. Get on it, nobody cares about my shitty grades."

"But I do care-"

"Oppa, literally just go. They need you." With that, I cut the call.

Ryujin runs to me, her short, eccentric blue hair bouncing around. "Shit, my parents are in there right now with Mr Kim. He's gonna say so much shit about me. Fuck, I never should've thrown that paper airplane in class that day."

"Come on, it's just a paper airplane."

"A paper airplane that said, 'suck my balls u motherfucking hosepipe.'"

"Well, it wasn't meant for him though. You aimed it at Lee Jungmin. Nice way to reject a guy by the way."

"He tried sticking his hand up my skirt, what was I supposed to do?"

"Take out your history textbook, and yes the one with over five hundred pages and you just smack him on the head with it. Aim for his nose, it's a weak spot."

"Get myself in more trouble, uh huh. Shit, they're back. Gotta go, Yun." She runs towards her parents.

I dodge a mother chasing her son with her handbag and walk around the school. 

I walk past an open classroom and my eyes land on Yeonjun in there. There's only two people at this school with bright blue hair; Ryujin and Yeonjun. They're already so in sync without even realizing it. Yeonjun is in there along with his dad and his home room teacher.

The atmosphere looks serious. Soobin stands off in the background. He looks up and notices me. His eyes widen and he shakes his head. He holds up a finger to his neck and runs his finger around it, as if he's slicing it down. I point at Yeonjun and then at Soobin mouthing 'who?'

He gestures to both himself and his brother. He points at Yeonjun and holds up a thumb and points it downward. I mouth, 'What about you?'

He mouths back, 'You think he even cares about my existence?'

Just at that moment, their dad gets up. Soobin waves his hand aggressively at me, wanting me to leave. I give him a thumbs up and a hopeful smile and make my way out the hallway.

The school is mostly empty, everyone up at the first floor. I climb up the stairs, assuming nobody was there on the second floor. I was about to enter the Art room when I heard a bellowing voice.

It was loud, echoing and of a man. I make a turn and end up at another hallway, with two people there. A boy and the loud bellowing man.  The man has his back facing me. The boy is much taller than him, but his head is held low, his hands folded in held in front of his body. He's got fluffy, brown hair and big yet sharp eyes. I've never seen him before.