The Boy With Big Ears | Chanyeol Fic

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CHANYEOL'S POV
Last week proved to be quite hectic. With my mom slowly recovering, life just got worse. There's no way for her to go out and make ends meet now. The only thing I really have right now is my prayer for things to turn in a positive direction for my mom and I. It's weird though, how the day after Alissa practically confessed to me and save my mom's life we have been completely ignoring each other as if nothing happened. I guess she finally realised that we are from two different worlds. Otherwise everything was plain good. Well except the nagging from Kyungsoo once in a while.
I looked to my right to catch a view of the corridor before slamming my locker door shut and scampering down the hallway to my last class for the day. I entered the class room, and as usual these teenagers -who obviously have no worries - are chatting away their existence as though there's nothing better in life to do. I shook my head in slight disappointment and headed towards my seat which was occupied. But no one ever even spares me a glance, ever. Being the weirdo I'm confident that I am, I just took the seat beside mine and left the person to do whatever. Soon enough someone came to claim their seat, so I sat at the back on the floor. I put my hoodie over my head and plugged in my earphones nodding my head to the beat of Jay Park's "me like yuh" while reviewing the new topic before hand. My book was soon snatched from my grip and I looked up to be greeted with a devilish smirk plastered onto Kyungsoo's lips. I sighed and stood up, not wanting to confront him. I looked down on him and smiled. For once in my life I felt I had a physical advantage over this guy. I snatched the book from his grip and his already big eyes shot open to the size of a stadium bulb. I started walking away but his small, strong hands dug into the triceps on my arm. I also have another advantage over him, I can endure pain. I walked off with his hands stuck on mine and I can feel his cold glare on my spine as he follows me to my chair. I'm quite proud of me. I sat down and he huffed and let go of me. "Ok. Keep acting strong. But I just want to ask a few questions. Answer me and I'll leave you alone forever." He said, looking serious. "No jokes?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "The batman killed Joker." I nodded as a sign for him to proceed with his interrogations.
"Were you two dating or something?" He began, and I knew exactly what he was reffering to. I smiled.
"Yah!"
"Chill. No strings attached."
"What do you mean? She just kisses randomly?"
"Maybe... maybe not but regardless, it was good." I smirked.
"Is she single now?"
"Yep!"
"Thanks." He said and slapped my shoulder.
"Bye." I replied smugly and he trotted off to somewhere.
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It was a rather good day, so I decided to skip the bus and just walk home. With my earphones in and some tranquilizing music in the background I embarked on my journey home, not forgetting to get a drink for mom. I snapped my head to look behind because I was sure I heard my name coming from a faint, familiar voice. A small petite figure stood before me wearing a grey hoodie with an open front with a pink blouse beneath it. Her pants were black and tight and she wore a pink and grey converse. My eyes shifted to her face and thats when it hit me. My mouth told me to curse. My mind told me to remember. My heart told me to hate and my feet told me to turn and walk away. I can be sharp at times so I just evaluated and decided that the best thing to do was turn away. I looked at her and plugged my earphones in and started walking away. I felt two fragile hands clinging onto my arms but I kept walking until the little bi- I mean girl plucked my earphones from my ears. I looked at her for a few seconds and sighed, trying to find out why the little sell out in front of me was stopping me from going home to my mom.
I'm mean to this girl because she carved a hole inside me and expected me to forget. This is why I needed to know Alissa's intentions. Jessica. Jessica Martinez was from mexico. She's really pretty and friendly, the memories of betrayal are too harsh to be revisited. She was my only friend... then girlfriend soon after for a year to be exact. She was there to help out when I hurt or cried, until one day. I was being bullied - beaten up- and someone asked her, right beside me, "You're gonna just watch? Isn't he your boyfriend?" And her reply is what gives me the strength to endure pain today. "Boyfriend? Are you kidding? Why would I date this stupid Jerk? I'll help him cause my homework is due soon." I felt a thousand stabs in my heart. I reverted to present timing and looked at her. "Be quick." I stated. "I'm sorry." She said and looked at me hopefully. I burst into a fit of laughter and after about a minute I straightened up and looked at her. "It's been two years. Not accepted." And I walked away.
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"Mammi!!!! I'm home." I shouted and there was no response. Not again. I sighed. I ran up to my room and saw her on my bed, sitting. "Mom?" I called and she sprung off the bed and engulfed me in a hug and I felt warm liquid slowly wetting my chest. She's shorter than me, and crying. "Mommy, what is it?" I stroked her hair. "I got a job baby."