White Rose
White Rose – I am worthy of you; Innocence and Purity; Secrecy and Silence
Taemin's POV
I sighed as I walked to my locker, snickers from the other students could be heard as I walked by. I swallowed dryly, knowing that the teachers here wouldn't do anything to help me if I got beat up by a bully.
I just moved to Korea from America 3 months ago. I was born here but we moved to America for my dad's work. I lived most of my life there, but I knew I would have to come back to Korea one day so none of us stopped using Korean around the house.
I had good friends in America. I even learned that I was gay in America. And I mean full blown, gay. No one judged me, I even got a boyfriend. We've been in a really happy relationship for three years. Then I moved.
I can still text him but not as much as I would like to considering the CRAZY schedules here in Korea! I've never actually gone to school in Korea but my parents never allowed me to forget the Korean that I knew.
Seriously, the most sleep I get is four hours, not kidding. I hear the teachers say, "If you get three hours of sleep you might get into a SKY university, if you get four you might get into another university, but if you get five hours of sleep you can just forget about going to a university!" It drives me nuts. I never have ANY free time outside of school, and the locker that I'm going to, is actually a cubby with a lock on it that holds personal belongings since I practically live at this godforsaken place!
When I finally reached my locker (I refuse to call it a cubby -_-) I quickly unlocked it with my key for free time. It was 21:18 (9:18 pm) already and I was DEAD TIRED, but after this I still have another 3 hours of studying. I seriously don't get how South Korea's like this.
I opened my locker and reached for my MP3 player but I stopped when my hand reached something else.
"Huh?" I quietly whispered to myself as I grabbed the white roses out from my locker.
They were.. gorgeous. White roses are my favorite types of flowers other than sunflowers. So is this just a lucky guess? Creepy stalker? Symbolism of the flower? I twisted the thornless flower in my hands, not bothering with the guys who were cracking up at my "gayness".
I saw a cute little bow tied on the stem that looked like it should hold a card. I glanced back at my locker and indeed, there was a card. Still holding the flower, I picked up the card with my left hand. The front page had "For Taeminnie" written on it in beautiful cursive English. Like that, I was intrigued.
I opened the card, smiling at the adorable, and almost creepy, poem, still in English.
"Roses are white
Violets are blue
You don't know me
But I love you"
As sweet as it was I couldn't help but feel a little creeped out. I've only been here for 2 months and yet I already have people stalking me. It's sweet, but creepy to say the least.
I grabbed the things I needed and grabbed the rose at the last second, putting it in my hair like a pencil, resting on my ear. I plugged in my head phones and began walking towards the gym.
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I ignored the stares on my back and the unheard snickers as I walked down the hall with a flower in my hair. As much as it irks me, I ignore everyone a much as I can which, is actually a lot harder than you think.
The rest of the week went like this. I kept on receiving cute little poems from someone along with a gorgeous, freshly picked white rose. I would wear them on my ear to let them know that I got the message.
I loved reading the adorably cheesy poems. I even got one that said,
"Mario is red,
Sonic is blue,
Will you be,
My player #2?"
