The morning rolls around far too quickly for my liking, and before I know it, I'm driving off to the new school Daewoo has signed me up for once again.
"Please, Jae. Get your collective shit together for once, would you? If you can't handle everything I'm giving you then you have to actually speak up. You and I both know we can't afford to send you off to another school at this point. You have to actually do your schoolwork and pay attention in your classes." Daewoo sighs over the phone. It has me rolling my eyes at all of this, though I know he's not wrong. At least as far as my image goes, I can't afford to be switching schools again unless we send me online - something he refuses to do.
"I will do what I have to do in order to pass the classes, Daewoo. Nothing more, nothing less." I mutter bitterly, despising the signs alone that inform me that I'm approaching the school.
"Jaekyung, that means you have to cut your shit out with fighting as well. It doesn't matter how well or poorly you do with your classes if you're just going to get your ass expelled for getting into fights all the damn time." Daewoo stresses, warning in his tone. I scoff at it though, knowing he knows damn well why I get into the trouble that I do.
"If you want the fights to stop then you should've thought a little harder about starting me on online schooling. You know as well as I do that I will not allow any other student or a single teacher, principal, whatever the fuck staff member it is to walk all over me. I don't tolerate that shit from anyone, including you which we both know is why I've lasted as long as I have in this industry and why I've been able to continue to take this band to new heights. Now if you want some fucking dog who's just going to roll over and play dead when people try to walk all over them, then you'd damn well better start looking for my fucking replacement." I growl out before ending the call.
It's only seconds later that I'm pulling into the parking lot of the high school, and it quickly becomes hard to keep myself fully present, remembering the hell that I went through in my younger days, remembering all too well the lack of action that ever came from these places, remembering too well what came of their lack of action. All of the screaming matches, the detentions, the disbelief, the bullying, it all comes back at full force.
The only thing that shakes me from it all is hearing my phone ring once more, and I find myself struggling to suck a deep breath in before reaching out to answer it, not bothering to check who's even calling. I recognize the momentary silence as soon as I've answered the call though, and it's what finally has oxygen beginning to flow through my body once more.
"I take it you're already at the school." Taeju breathes out. I let out a small sigh at this, nodding even though he can't see me. He knows me well enough.
"Daewoo says it's my last chance." I mutter out, staring up at the building I'm now parked in front of, struggling to find the courage to get myself out of the car and heading in.
"Would you like me to set up a connection at the school? You'll be late if you don't head in." Taeju asks calmly, though I know fully well that he's no calmer than I am at the moment. His calmness nearly infuriates me, knowing that we both know what I've suffered through in these kinds of buildings. It's knowing that he knows this as well that keeps me from lashing out, knowing that he's only speaking calmly so that this doesn't become ugly before I can even set foot inside.
"You say that as though I care if I'm late or not. I don't know if setting up a connection is the best idea, Taeju. Everyone will know me because of who I am publicly. I don't need it reaching the general public that I'm involved in anything else." I say with a sigh, running a hand through my hair before reluctantly grabbing my bag and hauling myself out of the car.
"It doesn't have to reach the students, could just be faculty. You'll need to do something in order to prevent any mishaps. We both know what your record is and why it is what it is. We both know how long you'll last if we don't do something." Taeju argues and it takes everything in me not to throw him to the wolves for doing so, even if I know his intentions are good.
"Jung Taeju, we are sitting on this for now. I'll decide if we need to intervene and so help you, it is only when I decide it so that any interventions will be applied." I growl down the line before ending the call.
I force myself to take another deep breath before running a hand through my hair, shaking my head to myself before pushing myself to head up to the door to the school, knowing I really do need to get my ass inside. And sure enough, just as I hear the door fall shut behind me, the bell is ringing, and by the empty hallways it suggests to me that I am in fact late. I just sigh at this, reluctantly deciding to wander down the hallway I'd entered into, knowing I'll need to find the office so that I can get to my first class of the day.
I don't get far before there's a teacher stepping out into the hallway behind me though, and I can already tell things aren't going to go much better for me here than anywhere else had, just based off the expression on his face when I spin on my heel. He quirks an eyebrow at me before he's letting out a sigh, expression quickly losing much of the anger it'd held.
"I've not seen you around here before. I take it you're new?" He breathes out, seeming to hold as much distaste for his situation as what I currently harbor. I don't bother verbally responding, wanting to give myself time before I really have to, instead nodding silently. He purses his lips, looking me over once more before nodding as well, turning back into his classroom for a moment.
"Yujun, go show the new student to the office. They should have someone available to show her where her class is, so be prompt. You don't need to be missing more than necessary." The teacher instructs, leaving the door open enough for the boy to wander out of the classroom before shutting it behind himself.
"Well well well, if it isn't the troublemaking idol finding herself lost in a new school once again. It's a shame you'll get let off the hook for not having your uniform on today, but that won't fly tomorrow. This place is strict, you won't last more than a week here if your past behavior is anything to judge you by." Yujun scoffs as he looks me over briefly. My gaze narrows at this, though he just clicks his tongue and walks right on past me, leaving me to turn around to begin following him.
"And who the fuck do you think you are to be judging me?" I grind out, feeling more and more as the minutes pass that this place truly will be no better than anywhere else. Yujun turns his head back just enough to quirk an eyebrow at me before he's facing forward again.
"You act as if there isn't enough public about you for everyone to have a pretty decent idea of who you are and what kind of person you are. Your the most hated person in Elemental, even two of your bandmates hate you. You've been forced to switch schools how many times now because of your behavior? You smoke and drink and tattoo the hell out of your body like it were your job. Is there much else to know about you to be able to tell what kind of person you are?" Yujun challenges, and it has my hands clenching at my sides, knowing how right I'd prove him if I were to beat his ass right here and now.
"Unless you know me personally, it'll be in your best fucking interest to keep my goddamn name and existence out of your mouth. You don't know me, you only know the public side of me. That doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of the who I am." I growl lowly, glaring at him as he stops us just a few steps away from a door that I can only guess leads to the office where I'll find out my schedule.
"Don't think your idol status is going to get you anything here. You may have managed to find someone to pick your dirty ass up off the streets, but it doesn't change the worthless poor kid attitude you ooze. You're nothing special here. You're at a rich kid school, you poor kids never last, you don't change or grow up from the poor past you deserved. You'll be treated correctly as such, so I'd check yourself if I were you." Yujun snaps in disgust, his lip curled in arrogance.
The poor past you deserved. No, I don't think so. Nobody fucking deserved that shit. And he doesn't even know the half of it.
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