A/N
Hope you won't mind the contrast between the first person and third person pov cuz that's just how I wanted them to be
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*Third person POV*
She sat alone in the class for almost an hour. Not considering to get herself moving to the library, she couldn't.
Why?
She thought. Life is not easy. Especially not for her. The mock exam is around the corner and another problem comes. If it's not for her mother, she must've dropped out of school to work. But because of her mother counting on her to become a doctor, which was her dream before her life went downhill after founding her so thought partner for life. The girl strive for her mother's dream. Trying hard to give her what she wants.
"Yes, it was my dream. Was. You don't have to push yourself too much, honey"
Says the mother. Hoping her daughter to not be stressed over her old dream that is impossible to archive now.
Voices echoes along the corridor can be heard. The other childrens are coming near the class while the girl sat there on her table. Looking out the window.
Don't talk to me
A simple sentence is written on a little yello post it. A simple signal that everyone would understand.
Jungkook was the first one to read the note, followed by Yeeun and Gong Sa. They exchanged looks. Having no idea what's going on. They thought she was absent that the didn't see her on the first two periods at the library.
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The class goes on and Haeyoung continue not talking to anybody. Now that it's recess time, she would at least have to do some communication with her friends that sit on the same table as hers.
Well, that's what they thought.
Everybody started to exit the class by hearing the bell.
"Haeyoung-ah, we might walk to the park after we're done eating at the cafeteria. We know you don't wanna talk but... just so you know" Informed Yeeun. She cares so much about her. But when she gives a warning like so, better not try her.
Only three people left, Haeyoung, Jungkook and the one and only Joo Hyuk. Haeyoung make her move slowly out the class, accidentally making an uncomfortable eye contact with Joo Hyuk. She fastened her pace out of the class.
"Haeyoung" Called the boy, Jungkook after seeing her running out of the class. The innocent know- nothing boy was just putting his stuffs in his locker, planning to go with Haeyoung and talk to her.
Then there's Joo Hyuk. Alone in the class. Thinking of what he'd done. Is it the right or the wrong move? A question that might just never have an answer to.
"Hey, wait" Jungkook say, finally catching a hold of Haeyoung's wrist.
"What do you want?!" Yell the girl wriggling her wrist out of his hold, maybe a little bit too harshly.
Jungkook was taken aback by the action.
"I-I'm just....Are-are you okay? You know it bothers me seeing you like this alright?" The boy says, looking at the girl with pure and kind looking eyes.
The anger inside the girl started to tone down a bit. Right before she remember what she saw the day before.
He's just a playboy
Thought the girl. After what happened to her, and what she saw, she has a lot of trust issues.
Maybe I'm just thinking too much?
The girl asks herself.
No. I'm.... I'm not. That's just who he is. I can't trust him.
The girl sets her mind. Is it the right decision? Even she herself is not so sure about it.
I'm fine. It's nothing.
Was what she planned to say right before she hear a very familiar voice and shadows from the end of the corner.
"Don't come after me, don't call my name" Haeyoung says to the boy before running down the stairs. What she's going through is bad enough and she totally do not want to get in a trouble that includes Hera. Her intentions wasn't that, but her words came out very hurried, urgent and harsh. She walks away fast, but guilt drown her body. She feels bad for doing that to Jungkook. He just want to help.
Ahhh... Noooo... he didn't want to help me he just...he's just busy body.
The girl try to mentally convince herself.
But those eyes, means something. She didn't exactly know what is it but she can see it. The sincerity in his eyes.
Was it real though?
She questions herself. The reputation the boy brought doesn't convince that positive thoughts at all. But she believes in her thought... at least she tries to.
