"Why are you afraid?"
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Love was never something Seungmin Kim was in search of. To him, the concept had always seemed too surreal to be anything true, so he never bothered to find it anywhere. Besides, none of the ladies he had encountered ever...
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St. Nicholas' All-Boys Academy of Arts. Headmaster's Office. 10:45 am. ———
Christopher had never seen the professor that angry. He was utterly exasperated. It was true that he and Minho had never exactly been 'good kids', however, nothing they ever did made the professors of their academy that mad.
Humiliation. Christopher felt humiliated. He felt ashamed. But he hadn't even done much wrong. The entire intention of his and Minho's act, although might've been illegal, was out of good. It was all for a good cause.
But being shouted at like that, in front of hundreds of other students, Christopher couldn't help but feel as though he was the one at fault. As if his actions couldn't be justified. As if he wasn't just trying to put some light onto all the inequalities and mistreatments that were happening without anyone else's notice.
He was foolish. He had acted senselessly. He had put himself and Minho in a position in which they shouldn't have been. He had put his and Minho's entire reputation, his and Minho's entire families' reputation at risk. And in order to clear their name, the real adults had to get involved. Their fathers had been called.
Minho had humorously said that they were being treated as if they were teenagers, and as much as he had said it as a joke, it was quite the truth. They were being treated as teenagers. Stupid, foolish, rebellious teenagers who ought to yet know the responsibilities and hardships of the world they're in.
In a way, Christopher wanted to laugh, but in some other way, he wanted to scream out of frustration. It felt ridiculous to have even the people who were being mistreated not with them, by their side. What kind of witchcraft could have manipulated those poor individuals into believing all that was being done was for the best?
Christopher had begun pacing back and forth across the corridor, cursing under his breath. He was restless, anxious, afraid.
Minho's father's shouts could be heard outside the office. Every syllable coming out of his mouth was clear, and the words rang in Christopher's ears like an off-key violin piece.
Stop. Stop it. Please.
Suddenly the voice changed; a professor was now speaking. At his words, Christopher's heart sank. Because the professors inside the office had brought up the other topic that had been troubling him.
Deafening silence suddenly fell over the office and the corridor outside it, and then Minho spoke up, trying to make a point against the claims that were targeting him and his friend. Even through the heavy doors of the office, the shakiness in his voice could be heard.
