VOICE {D.O Fanfic} (completed)

F O U R

As I stormed off into the sunset I let my tears roll down my cheeks. Because it was my first time in KyungSoo's neighbourhood, I didn't know my way around, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get away from him.

Off into the distance I saw a gas station and decided to ask for directions.

Minutes later I came out with a visual of where to go. I remember what the man told me, so I started heading east for a few blocks. Then turn right, until I reach the 'Welcome to Reflection' sign, then finally I can find my way around since that's my neighbour hood.

By the time I arrived in my neighbourhood, the tears have dried up on my face. I have to quickly get to my house because the sun was already setting. With my feet aching, I turn into my street and walk up my driveway. I tried the door but it was locked, so I searched for the spear key that is usually hidden underneath the 'Welcome' doormat.

I grab the key and unlocked the door, then throw my purse on the couch. I was still upset of how angry KyungSoo was, I could feel a headache coming so I went up stairs and plopped myself on my bed with a big sigh.

Without KyungSoo to be my friend, who's gonna be there for me at school? I thought while my eyes felt heavy, and I soon fell asleep.

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With a groan, I hit the snooze button on my phone as my crack open my eyes to the blinding sunlight...great, it's Monday.

After I did my morning ritual, I walked straight out the door without breakfast because I didn't feel like eating. I was sick to the stomach just thinking of the people bullying me once again. What will KyungSoo do now that he doesn't have me? I shook that thought off straight away, I don't need KyungSoo in my life anymore. Besides he's the one that should be apologising, not me.

After a few minutes ranting about KyungSoo in my head, I found myself at the entrance of the school. I heaved a sigh when I took the first step in. Everything is going to be okay. Defend yourself. Be strong. Fighting! I thought while walking as fast as I can to my locker, avoiding any eye contact with anyone that might want to pick a fight with me. ㅂ_ㅂ

I grabbed my sketch book for the first two periods and headed to my art class. Obviously not looking where I was going I bumped into a hard chest and fell backwards.

Looking up, I noticed it was him. The person that I was still angry at.
Do Kyung Soo.

He held out his hand to help me up and I unconsciously took it.
"Thanks." I mumbled to him, and before he could say anything, I ran towards my class. Is he still angry at me? Those were the words that kept on replaying in my head. Just thinking about him that night getting angry at me, it hurts. Sometimes thinking of it made my heart have an irregular beat and I had trouble breathing. Why?

I opened the door to the art room and was greeted by disgusted faces, like I was some sort of ugly troll.
"Everyone take your seats, today's learning intension and success criteria is: I will be able to express my emotions on a blank canvas. And I will be able to understand one another's paintings too." Ms Kang explained. "Today, we will be using water-based acrylic paint. So don't worry if you gets some on your clothes, it will wash off if you apply water to it quickly." She assured us.

I know exactly what emotion I feel now. I thought as that brought back memories of KyungSoo.

With my canvas in front of me, I quickly sketch what I was roughly going to paint. I'm not that creative when it comes to things symbolising something else... So I'm just going to draw a girl crying, with her heart visible. But her heart has been engulfed in flames, as a guy behind her seems to be yelling at her.

When I was happy of how the sketch turned out, the first period bell went. Perfect! I have 50 minutes to paint this thing. I got up from my seat to collect the paint colours I was going to use. Red, orange, yellow were the colours of the heart and flames, along with a few more colours to colour in the people. When I was walking back to my seat, one of my class'mates' stuck their leg out. When I realise what she did it was too late for me to react as I was already falling to the ground. With a large thud, I hit the floor. Laughter filled the room, while tears filled my eyes. I stood up brushing myself off when I realised that the paint I was holding, was now all over my school uniform.

Yellow, orange, blue, green were splattered on my shirt and red all over my skirt.
"Look! Everyone! Nana forgot to wear a pad! She has her period~! She has her period~!" They chanted, it wasn't true though, it was the red paint that seemed to look like blood.

I was running towards the exit when I slipped on some paint on the floor. I winced in pain as now real blood started to drip from my freshly grazed knee. By then I was already crying as I felt more liquid drip down from my face, more paint. ㅠ~ㅠ

Before they could pour anymore on me I limbed out of class, sobbing. There was only one place I wanted to be now, home. Well if I went outside of school I would be suspended, and I don't want that on my record.

The other place that I call my home is the rooftop...