Youth of Lily (English Version)

EIGHT RUN

The curtain falls and I'm out of breath

I get mixed feelings as I breathe out

Did I make any mistakes today?

How did the audience seem?

I'm happy with who I've become

That I can make someone scream with joy.

Still excited from the performance,

I stand on the middle of the empty stage, still hot.

"Min Yoongi Haksaeng!"

Someone was calling him when Yoongi and Jin were walking on the aisle in front of classrooms. They were about to visit school cafeteria to buy some snacks. When Yoongi turned his body he was an old man with almost bald hair, wearing black training clothes and holding a long wooden stick. That was Park Sem, their physical education's teacher, counselor, and the one who in charge of disciplining student with school's rule.

Yoongi sighed secretly. Not again. Was this his bad day? A teacher scolded him for fallen asleep in the class on earlier period and then at this moment the notorious Park Sem decided to have a moment with him.

"Come here." The teacher waved his hand to call Yoongi.

While scratching back of his head Yoongi walked toward the teacher. Jin was standing on his place watching his friend go to the teacher. Yoongi didn't scared of him like the other student. He despised the teacher for his vile attitude and also his differ treatment toward student based on gender. He acted well to girl, especially the pretty one.

"What can I help you, Park Sem?" Yoongi didn't really mean it but he did it out of courtesy.

"How many time I should tell you to dye your hair back to black?" The teacher waved his wooden stick almost hitting Yoongi's head several times as he talked.

Of course Yoongi knew it already. If Park Sem decided to have a talk with him, it mostly was about his hair color.

"Like never?"

Yoongi almost rolled his eyes if he didn't remember that the man was around his father's age. He tried to hold his patience. He knew there was no good on picking a real fight with the dense teacher. He, and also the other teacher, wouldn't understand. They would only do anything based on those stupid rules. Rules that they didn't even understand why those were made. Probably they wanted to create standard-quality product. This place called school was more like a factory to produce robots called students. They couldn't handle diversity.

"What do you want to grow up into if you keep acting like this?"

"Don't worry about it. I won't ask for your help about it. I can take care my self."

"What's with your attitude, huh?" The teacher started to nudge the edge of wooden stick to Yoongi's body.

"I'm just stating a fact." Yoongi tried to hold himself so he wouldn't fall behind from the push. Think about something that makes you happy, Yoongi.

"How dare you to argue with me?"

Yoongi would want to laugh on the sentences if Park Sem didn't look wanting to eat him alive. Well, probably he would do it nonetheless if the man kept saying something ridiculous. Yoongi was thinking about how big those adults' ego. They wouldn't want to hear any younger people stated something that could deflate their ego. The adults wouldn't want to acknowledge that they could be wrong at some points. They didn't want to see the truth. Each time the younger one did it, they would say that generation had no manner.