Can I Really Love or Be Loved?

Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Friendship

~Nine Years Ago~
(A/N: Hyorin, Jaejoong and Yunho are 16 years old)

(Hyorin's POV)

It's so depressing to go to school but I have to, for my parents' sake. After the accident two years ago, I became an outcast and the 'cursed child'. Rapidly, my so-called 'friends' bailed on me. However, that didn't stop there because they started to spread false rumors about me such as...

Don't go near her! She's cursed!

She will cause your death if you go near her or become her friend.

I heard that if you stare at her for more than 10 seconds, you are a goner.

She's death or maybe the devil.

She's the one to blame for all the deaths like her family.

You should be careful not to be so close if you want to live.

Hence, I became the 'cruse child' to everyone. I didn't know why since I haven't done anything to them. Other than that, maybe they always hated me from the start. Now, I don't give a darn since I rather be an outcast than be their friend.

I was just fourteen when it happen, and I was the lone survivor in that awful accident. I wished I had died with them if I knew I was going to suffer like this. I have no one to count on since my relatives are a bunch of evil greedy ass motherfuckers. They were just after the money my father gave to me. I was glad I was put out of harm's way from their clutches in time before something awful happened to me. I was more than happy when my dad's best friend became my guardian, Mr. Kwon. He is a nice man and offered me his place with his family, but I politely decline his offer. Besides, I rather stay at my real home, my only safe haven. It was lonely, but I was safe from my evil relatives. I could relax without watching my back at every moment. Therefore, I had found my peace and I knew my family was watching over me from heaven. The house wasn't that big, but wasn't small either. It was just a simple two story house. Even though my family was rich, that didn't mean they liked to show off their money. I wasn't a big spender to begin with, and also, just like them, I didn't like to show off. Not even the people in school knows that I'm rich. They just knew I lost my family and that was it. I'm glad they assume I'm middle-class because I didn't want to be friends with fake people. In fact, I'm attending a public school instead of a private school. The reason is that I hate stuck up rich kids. I rather have everyone believe I was poor or something, so like that, I don't have to worry about back-stabbing, money-hungry people. People can really be fake when money is involved.

Although, what I didn't know is that my life was about to change forever when I entered my second year of high school. As of right now, I have nothing better to do there since I have no friends. And do you know why...I'm an outcast and sometimes I get bullied verbally. Beyond that, I don't just a shit since it doesn't affect me anymore. This kind of thing always happened since middle school after my family died.

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Anyways, I'm in school and like usual, people are making rude comments about me again like always. Nonetheless, I wasn't paying attention to them since I was looking out of the window from my class. By the way, I sat in the back, the last row, and I sat by the window. The teachers doesn't bother me because I'm pretty smart and knew everything. Sometimes I wonder why I didn't decide graduating a long time ago. However, I knew my parents would want me to experience school life like a normal child and so I stuck to that.

I let out a sigh with that thought as I was in a daze. Meanwhile, the teacher entered and was announcing something. It wasn't until everyone started to get louder than usual that my mood turned sour. I turned around to see what's the fuzz was about, but my eyes landed onto two new guys in front of the class. Then it struck me, it was the new transfers I heard about when I passed the teacher's lounge not too long ago when I had to do something for one of my teachers. Furthermore, I didn't see why they were going crazy about them. They weren't special. Yeah, I got to admit that one of them looks utterly hot as the other one looks really pretty or beautiful. If that was the right words for him. I had to really stare at the pretty guy to know if he was a guy or girl. He was definitely a flower boy.