𝘽𝙏𝙎 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 [𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥]

Namjoon-02

requested by GingerBanana3095

Ji Yeon's POV

As usual, I was sitting in the corner of my classroom, still stuck with an individual project because no one wants to do it with me. I was always left out just because my father is a gangster.

Sighing, I proceeded to research for the project. Before I could type a thing, we were interrupted with the door opening with a loud bang. "My gosh," Mrs. Lin, our History teacher freaked.

Unfamiliar boy entered with speed, crushing into the shelf, causing the books to fall. He quickly picked it up and gave Mrs. Lin a clumsy smile, "Sorry about that," he said, straightening himself.

"I'm Namjoon, a new transfer student." He said, turning to the class and waving. We all nicely smiled back. "Well, we were working on a project and seems like..." Mrs. Lin took a glance at the class as her eyes stopped at me, "Right, Jiyeon doesn't have a pair, maybe you should team up with her." She said.

Namjoon nodded and walked up next to me. "If I were you, I wouldn't team up with her. Her father might beat you up if you screwed up." One of the students laughed as the other students followed up. "Kids, don't be mean." Mrs. Lin warned but it's clearly written on her face she's scared of me too.

"You don't have to do it with me," I mumbled. "That's silly, of course I'll do it with you." He flashed a warm smile and glided his chair closer to me. I explained him the basics of the project and turned out really well. He caught up pretty fast.

...
It was after class and we don't have the next class together so I was about to leave when he stopped me. "Uh, Jiyeon, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Well Jiyeon, I was wondering if I could have lunch with you? You're my first friend here." His face formed a tiny smile.

I looked around the students that were looking at me. I quickly shook my head, "I don't think so. You'll regret, trust me." I quickly walked away before he could say anything more. By tomorrow, he'll be just like them. He'll find out about my father... He'll find out last year when a senior tried to bully me, he was kidnapped by my father and tortured. And still, my father didn't go to jail for that.

Sighing for the thousandth time for today, I arrived at my locker. When I opened it, I saw a crumbled piece of paper;

Pretty ass you got there. What? Gonna tell daddy?

I was about to throw it away when someone snatched it out of my hands. I turned to see Namjoon. "Love letter?" He chuckled and straightend the paper to see what it was.

He frowned as soon as he saw it. "Who did this to you?" He asked with an angry face. "It's none of your business, give it back." I demanded. "Jiyeon, you can't keep living like this." He said. I sighed, "You don't know who I am Namjoon! So please, stay away. I don't wanna hurt you." I stormed off.
....
It was lunch time. I sat in the very corner, looking out the window as I eat. Then I caught sight of Namjoon entering into the cafeteria, holding his lunch tray. He started walking up to me as he sat down in front of me.

"I asked around, about you. I didn't hear anything that is good enough to be a reason to stay away from you." He concluded as he started eating. "Namjoon," I softly said. "I know you're trying to be kind. But one day, you'll regret doing that. That kid my father beat up, he was hospitalized for three months. My father is merciless." I explained.

"So are the students in this school, Jiyeon. You and your father are two different people. You're not like him, I know." He gave me a smile. I nodded and started to eat. Maybe, finally I'm getting a friend once in a lifetime.