Pulling his white cap over his head and purposely made it cover the dark hues that were surrounded by dark black circles, he roughly shoved his pale hands into the pockets of his sweater.
Click.
Click.
Click.
His shoes could be heard through the hallways. Silent whispers were dancing throughout the crowds. Avoiding any eye contact, he tilted his head so that he stared at the ground.
"He's so handsome!"
"I hope he'll go out with me."
"I bet he's ripped under that sweater."
"Should I talk to him?"
"Are you crazy? He's too precious to talk to."
"You're right."
He couldn't be bothered by the comments. He rather not have anyone talk to him than have a swarm of followers asking him questions. With the sharp stares, they followed his every move, studying him very carefully. They wanted to know what he was like. What he liked. How he walked. How he talked. Everything. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he quickened his pace. Walking swiftly, he past many groups of students. They were all the same. Blurry faces that never stood out to him. He knew they didn't want to talk to him. He knew everything. But he ignored it, and continued.
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Class had started and Yoongi, as usual wasn't paying attention.
"I'll be handing out the tests from yesterday. I'm pretty disappointed of the results." The teacher had said as she handed out the graded papers. When she reached him, she whispered a "well done" and placed the paper on his neat desk. Reading the sheet, he noticed the large "100%" in bold red pen at the top of his test. Placing his arm on the desk, his elbow pointed at the table and placed his chin on the edge of his palm. Sighing, he waited for the comments on how he did.
"Wow! Yoongi did so well!"
"Don't say his name! You'll dirty the beautiful meaning!"
"I failed the test... Shit..."
"I wonder if he'll tutor me."
"He's so smart!"
He exhaled and closed his eyes. When will there would be excitement in his life? Same old, same old. Feeling tired, he tuned out everyone and he allowed the waves wash him away into his sea of thoughts.
***
"He's a patient." Her father told her as he started to pack suit case.
"That doesn't mean you can go! You're sick! You need to stay here!" She exclaimed.
"Well who's going to tend to him?"
"I don't know! Anyone but you!"
"I'm sorry, Jae-Hwa but they called me because I can only tend to his illness." He said, not taking his eyes off his work of packing.
"Then- then- then I'll go for you!" She blurted, making her father stop. She had gained his attention. "I-I mean I've learned everything from you since I was little and I know how to treat wounds and illnesses. I think I'll be good at curing this boy." There was a long silence and Jae-Hwa nervously tugged the ends of her sleeves. She bit her lip as she stared at her father contemplating her statement.
"I don't think you'll be able to handle it..." He said, unsure.
"Please. This would be a good experience for me." She pleaded.
"Okay fine." He sighed in defeat. "Only if you promise you'll be careful and please don't be so overwhelmed."
"I promise- Wait what?"
"You'll have to go to a new school."
"What? Where?"
"In Daegu." Opening her mouth to protest, she was too late and her father cut her off.
"The plane is leaving tonight. You better start packing." He began to gently push her out of his room.
"But-" before she could say anything, the door had closed and she had nothing but one thing. Go pack. She sighed and made her way to her room. She pulled a light blue suitcase and flung it open. Grabbing many sets of clothes and some essentials, the case was soon filled.
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Boarding the large plane, she clutched her backpack closer to her back, as she read the number of her seat on the small sheet of paper. Passing by many faces she ignored the stares and finally found her seat. Staring at her seat, her facial expression changed. How wonderful. She had to sit in between two men. Forming her lips in a straight line, she swung her bag off her shoulder and hoisted it up on the shelf.
"Excuse me." She quietly said. Glancing up, the guy was taken aback that a girl was to sit in between him and the other male. Slowly getting up, he moved out of the way so that Jae-Hwa could get to her seat. Bowing her thanks, she shuffled her way in and took her seat. She had felt the previous male sit back into his seat. After a minute, she could feel two pairs of eyes glancing at her. She sighed. Pulling out a small note pad, she read the notes her father wrote down for her.
Patient: Min Yoongi
Height: 1.76 m
Age: 18 years
Illness: Hypochrondia / Also known as imaginary disease
