i think you're pretty....

04

TW: MENTION OF SCARS

TAEHYUNG

On Monday it was easier to move. His hands were bruised, and his head had a bandage on his cheek. No one would ask him why. No one talked to him.

He arrived late. He'd checked the park for the man. But the man only seemed to come in the afternoon. Taehyung would do that as well.

He bowed to the home room teacher and walked to his desk. He sighed when he found it covered in insults and slurs. His chair was ruined too, covered in soda.

So, he took his chair and carried it over to Hana.

He dumped the remaining soda on her head with no hesitation. She screamed and jumped up, turning to him with wild eyes.

"Taehyung! Hana!" The teacher snaps. "Principal's office, now!"

Taehyung bowed and followed Hana out of the class. She immediately kicked him into a wall.

"You fucking bitch why would you do that to me!" Hana crouched down, glaring at him. "Do you want to die? I'll kill you. Or, do you not understand that? I can speak more simply—"

"Yah, Hana what are you—"

Hana looked up and Ms. Han was walking up the hall. She glared at Hana. "Won't you leave that kid alone? He's done nothing to you!"

"He dumped soda on my head!" She stood and gestured to her sticky uniform.

Ms. Jung looked back at Taehyung. He simply shrugged. She sighed. "Oh my god, okay let's go."

They arrived at the principals office quickly and we're set in front of him. Hana quickly started blabbing while Ms. Han found a paper for Taehyung to write on. He explained his side and handed it to the principal.

"Ah, I see. Hana, look this has been an on-going issue between you and Taehyung. I know he may act different than you and your friends, but that doesn't mean he's stupid, got it? He's got better grades than you."

Taehyung had to hide his scoff. Of course he did.

"And so, I'm going to suspend you for three days." the principal holds up the paper. "This has detailed dates and explanations, all lining up with trouble you've gotten into. We can see you on Thursday, yeah?"

Hana glared. "You're taking his side? I'm the victim!"

"Hana, go collect your stuff. Thank you." When Hana left, he turned to me. "We can change classrooms if you'd like."

Taehyung shook his head. he likes his class, moving to another in another room with all new people would be too overwhelming. the principal shrugs and waves him out.

Ms. Jung walks him back to his class. She stops him before he goes in. "Did Hana do this to your face, too?" she gestures to his brow and cheek.

Taehyung shakes his head, his eyes falling to the ground.

Ms. Jung didn't believe it. "Ah, okay. Have a nice day. Kim Taehyung."

He bows and walks into class. Mr. Ahn looks up at him.

"Ah. you. Why are you late?"

He turned and pointed to Hana. She was angrily packing up her stuff. Mr. Ahn raised a brow, before gesturing to him to go to his seat.

When he got to his desk, it was clean. He looked around, no one was looking at him. He even had a new chair. He checked his bag and none of his stuff was stolen. Who had done this? A teacher? the class president? Hana?