Part 11

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Jisungs POV

A few days later, I'm sitting in the library with Seungmin and Felix."I still can't believe it. I really got into a Hyunjini Hyungs group for the cooperative project." Felix beams all over his face.
"Well now he won't never stop talking about his new charm" Seungmin grumbles.
"But too bad you and Chan aren't complementing our group for the music pairing" Felix skillfully ignores Seungmin's statement.
Nothing would be able to spoil his good mood now anyway.
I lie on my arms and just stare ahead. "Oh come Jisungiii... Your group isn't bad either" the little sunshine tries to cheer me up. "After all, Chan is the best of the music class and Minoh is a damn good dancer! Its guaranteed to get a good grade".

Actually, Felix is right. Our chances of getting a good grade are very high. The last few days we've been working on the project every day, and nothing has really happened that would be particularly unpleasant. Most of the time Minoh ignores me and I ignore him.

Still, I can't help but secretly watch him dance when I get the chance. It's not at all that I do it on purpose... but when he dances you can't help but look at him. His movements and the control he has over his body put me under a spell that is hard to break.
Even though the project work is going well, I still don't like it. I am restless and unfocused all day. I don't like being around Minoh, and yet I stay at every dance rehearsal until the end and secretly watch.
Somehow it confuses me. I never know what he's thinking...

Seungmin slams his book shut, which brings me back to reality. "Let's go now, it's getting really late" he asks us both to leave.Felix jumps up and I shuffle slowly after them, lost in my thoughts.
We are already out of the building when I realize that I forgot my notebook with the lyrics. I quickly say goodbye to my friends and run back inside.
In the library I find my notebook on the table.

Luckily! I would die if I lost my lyrics notebook. After all, it's almost my most precious possession.

With my notebook under my arm, I shuffle absently through the school hallway again. Completely lost in thought, I bump into someone with full force and stagger backwards.

"Shit Jisung are you crazy? Can you little nerd dont look where you're going!"
In front of me are three of the senior boys who used to bully me because I wore glasses and always looked like a squirrel with stuffed cheeks at lunch. I know those aren't understandable reasons, but I guess they didn't really care.

For a while it was so bad that I could barely go to school and also harmed myself slightly two times. I know this is stupid, but I'm not the best at being open with my feelings and sharing them with others.

Frightened, I look down at the floor. "You made me spill my fucking drink, you little freak," the older grumbles and pushes me against the locker on the wall.I flinch and don't dare to move. Then I feel a slap and I let myself fall to the floor.My cheek glows and tears shoot into my eyes.

"What's that?" one of the others asks, pointing to my textbook lying on the floor. My attacker notices my panicked reaction and pushes me back against the lockers with his foot as I try to reach for my notebook.

"Seems to be very important to you" he laughs and pours the rest of his drink over my notebook on the floor.
My eyes go blank and I feel tears running down my cheeks, not only because of the pain from the kick and punch, but also because I can't fight them off.

My ears go deaf and I bury my head protectively behind my arms as I notice the boys turning back to me again.

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