"Kim Jaekyung, I may have allowed you to get away with not wearing your uniform for the first week, but I will not allow this to continue. You need to go home and change. You cannot keep showing up to school in whatever the hell you please. We take pride in who we are at this school and I will not tolerate even a Kpop idol dressing like a sleaze in this school." Mr. Kwon snaps as soon as I set foot inside of his classroom. I just raise an eyebrow languidly at the man, not in the mood to be dealing with his shit. I have more than enough work to do, still didn't get any sleep last night, and I'm running low on my ability to put up with bullshit like this.
"You can say whatever the fuck you want about me, you're not the first and it's not the worst I've heard or been called. I'm not wearing some stuffy uniform just to fit in with the rest of you condescending conceited asshats." I scoff before continuing on my way to my desk. I don't make it all the way before I'm being yanked backwards by the hoodie of my zip up, eyes widening as I fall flat on my ass.
"You will not talk to a superior in such a tone, and I will not put up with your attitude. You may have gotten away with it everywhere else, but your behavior will not be tolerated here." Mr. Kwon snaps from above me. I can feel the way my chest is heaving, the emotions that are pulsing through my body in this moment, and I know this isn't going to end well for me. I'll be lucky as hell if they don't try to expel me today, and I've hardly even been here a week yet.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on me, fuckwad. You may be able to bully the other little prissy bitches into submission here, but I don't play those fucking games. If I gave a flying fuck what anyone else thought of me or if my behavior was going to be tolerated, one might think I'd have changed something by now." I growl darkly as I yank my body to my feet, not caring about my discarded bag on the floor at this point. There's a challenge in my eyes, one that I can tell he wants to take, can feel the itch my arms at the way I want this to go.
"Get the fuck out of my sight! You have done nothing but pick fights and not pay attention to classes and disobey nearly every goddamn rule we have here! I will not tolerate your disrespect any longer!" The man all but shouts, and I soon feel a familiar sting on my cheek, a calm smirk tugging onto my lips as I slowly raise my gaze back up to him once more.
"I'll have you fired for that. And once I have you fired for laying a hand on a student, I'll have you fucking killed for ever daring lay a hand on me." I smile, and it only sends his hand flying through the air once more. I stop it this time though, catching his hand mid air before shoving him backwards with the grip I have on him, sending him stumbling backwards into the whiteboard behind himself as his eyes go wide.
"Is that all you've got?! Huh! Come on, I know there's more you want to say!" I holler, gaining the attention of students and teachers alike that were in the hallway on their way to their own classes. There's students starting to rush in, screaming happening at this point, and there's students starting to come after me, Mr. Kwon being a favorite in this school for some reason.
It's exactly what the rage boiling inside of me wants though, not hesitating to beat the living hell out of anyone who comes near me, not stopping until there's a circle formed around myself with no one so much as shuffling too close at this point. I'm panting, have cuts and bruises all over the place, but I hardly feel any of it, hardly recognize anything but the angry buzzing in my head of all the hell I've gone through in the past.
They're all whispering and mumbling at this point, the room having gone deafeningly silent with the exception of the murmured buzz. I can hear what they're saying, what they're calling me, can see the looks I'm getting with jacket now on the floor with my bag. I don't move though, knowing I'll only dig my hole deeper if I try, knowing I'll only bring harm to anyone I get too close to in this moment as I gaze around at everyone.
"What on Earth happened in here!"
It's what finally has everyone moving to the side to reveal the teachers and students alike that I've warded off, people who'd try to lunge at me, tried to stop me, screamed the haunting words of my past that creates a momentary loss of hearing. I'm clueless to the way my body's been shaking, to the dark smirk planted firmly on my face, none of it changing when the principal makes his way past everyone before latching a hand onto my wrist roughly so that he can all but drag me out of the classroom. I don't get the chance to grab my bag or jacket, but it's hardly a notion in my head in this moment.
The hallways are still filled when I'm being dragged through them, though the entire school seems to be dead silent as I'm dragged through the halls until I'm being brought into the office. Ms. Ko is inside when I get yanked inside, the English teacher here, watching on with what almost looks like worry as I'm dragged through the office and brought back to a conference room they have here. I'm tossed inside before the door is being pulled shut and locked, and I let out a heavy sigh as I bring my hands up to run my fingers through my now knotted hair.
I don't bother trying to untangle it, don't bother trying to address the fact that I'm bleeding pretty decently at this point, deciding to just sit down in one of the chairs in here. I know they're calling Taeju, and I know he'll want to scold me for having gotten into the level of trouble I've most certainly gotten myself into by this point, but I couldn't care less. I know those assholes deserved it, know they've been wanting to get rid of me from the moment I set foot on campus. They've been picking at me and pushing me since I've arrived in order to get myself to explode since I got here.
It's not long before the door is opening to reveal Taeju, and saddened expression on his face as he holds my bag and jacket up for me. I just sigh at the sight as he walks in, the principal closing the door behind Taeju to leave us alone for the moment. Taeju doesn't hesitate to sit down beside of me, setting my stuff on the table before moving to begin gently untangling my hair for me.
"They're pushing for expulsion, due to the amount of people that got hurt." Taeju murmurs softly from behind me. I just let my eyes fall shut at this, trying not to wince as he carefully works through the multitude of knots.
"Isn't it funny how it's always me?" I mumble quietly, gaze settling to my lap tiredly. I know he frowns at this, though he stays silent.
"I'm sending someone to start investigating into schools. You've attended too many and been made the perpetrator far too much when you've never been anything more than a victim standing up for herself. If it's happened to you as much as it has, then it's happening to others and it's happening everywhere." Taeju informs me, tone firm but gentle all the while. I hum in thought at the idea, nodding carefully so as not to yank on the knots he's still working at.
"I like that idea. It's not exactly the kind of work we do though." I answer in a small voice, feeling like a little girl for the first time in a long time as he works to take care of me in ways nobody else in my life ever has.
"Who said everything we do has to be what it's been in the past? Besides, we've got connections to enough schools for the shit those teachers do to begin with. Might as well make sure that what we're giving them isn't going to lead to more mishaps like what you've faced your whole life." He points out lightly. A ghost of a smile finds its way to my lips at this, shrugging in return.
"Thank you for never giving up on me and leaving." I whisper, grateful to him for all that he's always done for me, for all the ways he's always watched out for me even when I didn't necessarily want it.
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