"Well it's time to find this, Min Yoongi guy." Jae-Hwa stated as she clutched her backpack that hung around her shoulder. Going to a new school was the easy part. Actually, no that was a lie. Going to a new school is terrifying. But that's what she signed up for and she's going to have to take it. Walking past many small groups of giggling students, she had the slight feeling of them judging her. Shaking her head, she picked up her pace. Need to head to the administration office. Sign up. Tell them who I am. Find Min Yoongi. Cure him. No time in getting distracted. She had a list of goals she wanted - actually more like had - to finished so she could get back to her father. It didn't help that many thoughts and worries were swirling in her head. As her shoes clicked against the floor, she had finally made it to the administration office. Taking one breath of reassurance, she placed a pale hand on the knob and twisted it, pushing forward to find a woman sitting at a wooden desk. She had looked like she was in her mid-twenties. Black raven hair that was tied up into a messy bun, slim red glasses that rimmed her dark hues, a perfect heart-shaped face that was a nice shade of olive. She would have looked beautiful in any man's eyes.
"Excuse me?" Jae-Hwa spoke out, trying not to disturb the working lady. The black haired female flinched and glanced up, to notice Jae-Hwa.
"Oh! Can I help you?" Her voice sounded as if it was coated in honey. So sweet and gentle.
"I'm Lee Jae-Hwa. I'm the new transfer student." She quietly said.
"Oh, yes! Jae-Hwa! I see that you are also in charge of the treatment of a specific student?" Jae-Hwa nodded. "Welcome! I hope you feel comfortable here. And this package has everything you need to know about your classes, locker, the school, etc." Accepting the stack of paper being extended towards her, she bowed her thanks and walked out. Blowing a strand of hair from her face, she strides into the sea of students.
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"Dammit! Open will you!" She muttered angrily, slamming on the metal door in frustration. "Fuck you." She gritted her teeth, furrowing her brows. "What the hell am I suppose to do now?" She crossed her slender arms across her chest, tapping her foot. As she was contemplating her situation, a taller figure appeared beside her.
"Move." The figure uttered. It's voice was raspy and dry, as if it hadn't been used in weeks. Glancing up at the rude person, she glared. Staring for a second, she finally stepped out. Thinking the figure - who she found out was a man - would open her locker for her, she spun and watch him. He didn't even spare her a glance as he walked past and headed to the locker next to hers. Gaping at his rude gesture, she scoffed and those dark brown hues of hers closed into slits that shot multiple daggers towards the strange man.
"Rude. Has no one ever taught you manners?" She gave him a look and was about to leave.
"What did you just say?" The man spoke, without needing to turn away from his work.
"What? Has no one spoken back to you? Well get use to it because this world doesn't revolve around you." She scoffed and left without another word. "Brat. He should learn when to respect others." She muttered as she clutched the strap around her shoulder.
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"What is that girl doing?"
"O m g! She's actually talking to him!"
"The nerve of her!"
Does the words not bother her? What the fuck? What am I saying. They don't bother me either. Not turning away from his locker, he was frozen. Eyes-widened, he was taken aback that someone actually talked to him. It wasn't a good conversation but at least she still talked. Shaking his head lightly, he pulled himself back to what he was doing. Once finished he started walking. He didn't pay attention to those faces that stared at him with such interest. Just like always. He was the talk of the school, and he didn't care.
He made his way to class. And just like everyday of his pathetic life, people were talking. Whispering. Oh how he hated when people talked. He just wished he could tape their mouths together and never ripe it off. For once he wanted to walk through the halls without people talking. For once he wanted silence. For once he wanted to be normal.
