pull to talk | yoonseok

03. Crow tit

After a week, the bully was taken care of. She was given a different schedule and the counselor informed her parents about her.

Yoongi became closer and more comfortable to the teachers especially to Mr. Jin. He became stronger and realized that the elders were there to help him.

When he woke up like usual to go to school, the aura today was different. It was something. It makes him feel as if he's being challenged by life.

Challenge accepted.

The innocent boy went to school with a smile full of determination.

The bell rung and first period started. They stood up altogether to greet the teacher.

He opened his mouth to greet the teacher with his classmates but the atmosphere feels different. He looked around to see what made him feel this way.

His classmates were staring at him and had smiling faces, stopping themselves from laughing. He has no idea of what's going on which confused him and worried him that something was wrong.

"What's going on?" he whispered to his seatmate.

His seatmate noticed that a sheet of paper was taped on his back.

"What's this..." he took it off and read it with Yoongi.

" 'I'm Min Yoongi and I'm a crow tit'." he frowned as his heart dropped to what he's read.

He held it tight in his hand and got crumpled. He ran all the way to the faculty room to find Mr. Jin.

"Mr. Jin? Where are you?" he tried to shout in his shaking voice. He cried quietly as he continuously wiped the tears flowing down from his face.

No one answered.

He sprinted to the music room using his small thin legs. He wasn't afraid. He was frustrated. Frustrated of people going against him and belittling him. Yoongi is a strong boy that does things for a purpose and for himself, not to impress others. He had no interest in impressing others since they're the same people that belittle him and make fun of him.

He folded the note he was holding and put it in his pocket. He locked the doors and windows to completely isolate himself from anyone. He opened the electric fan that was the only thing in the room that was producing noise. He sat on the piano stool and rested his head on the piano cover.

He was full of it.

Several minutes later after he fell asleep, he was awakened by the bell that made his head bolt up. He glanced at his surroundings to see if he was still alone, and he guessed just right.

He realized that he can't go back to class especially the time when the bell rings for dismissal, when students disperse from their classrooms.

He put up the cover and started pressing random keys softly.

This gave him a weird feeling of satisfaction. It's addicting. It's beautiful. He likes it.

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A/N:
yeah sorry cliffhanger ;-;
i wanted to publish this already bc it's already something but im too busy to complete one whole chap TvT
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