*Authors note: If you want to know why I wrote these characters so young, take a look at the very last part of this story titled, "(Authors Note)."
Min Yoongi walked down the second grade hallway with his head down, not making eye contact with anyone around him. They were staring at him. He knew they were. He could feel their eyes burn into his skin and stare at his soul. His soul was an ugly thing to look at, just like him.
He had moved to Busan after his old house in Daegu burned down. He was caught in the midst of the flames and his face and body were badly burned.
And if there really was a God, Yoongi despised him for keeping him alive. Even if he went to Hell for it. What was the difference between here and there, anyways?
He didn't look normal, he looked different. And he hated it. He wanted to blend in with the rest of the world, but society kept pushing him away. His mother died in the fire, so all he had left was his dad. And they hated each other.
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Yoongi made it to class and took a seat in an empty corner. He learned to separate himself from others because it made his life easier. The bell rang and the teacher entered the room carrying a clipboard.
"Take your seats, please. We're going to take attendance so please be quiet," the teacher yelled above the noise. Everyone stopped talking at once.
Yoongi had been so tuned out that he didn't even hear the teacher repeat his name for the third time.
"Oh... Um... Here," Yoongi said quietly as he slowly raised his hand.
He felt heads turn to look at him.
Why do people do that? Why do they have to look at me? Why do they have to judge me?
He looked up to see some disgusted faces staring back at him. He heard a few snickers and whispers which made his face turn red. He tried to tune them out. They only echoed off the walls of his mind.
Once everyone had turned back around, the door flew open to reveal a red headed boy panting in the doorway.
"Sorry I'm late, miss. I couldn't get my locker open," said the boy as he looked at the rest of the class.
"It's fine, I guess. What's your name?" The teacher scoffed as the red head stood there with a grin on his face.
"Park Jimin."
"Ah, yes. Glad you're here," the teacher said coldly. "Uh, take a seat back there next to... Him," she said, pointing a crooked finger at Yoongi.
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Fanfiction-"What were people hiding behind their masks? What did they want to keep hidden and untold?" | Second grader, Min Yoongi, is trying to survive society after being caught in a fire and badly burned. He faces pain and rejection until Park Jimin enters...
