I sat on a bench, swinging my legs back and forth to pass the time. The bench was located in front of an apartment building. My friend told me to sit here and wait for him to get ready since we're going to the movie theatres.
As I sat, a door slam was heard in the distance. I stood up thinking it was my friend, until I looked up. It was the girl from before. I raised my eyebrows up in surprise. I didn't expect to see her in the same apartment building as my friends.
Her face was red in anger and she looked frustrated. Seconds later, the door she came out of opened up and a guy came out. He looked older, about three years. His face was also filled with anger.
As soon as the girl saw him, she started yelling. It seemed like they were in some kind of relationship.
I contemplated whether I should step in, but I decided against it because by the looks of it, the guy would probably give me a blow to the stomach.
So, I stood and watched seeming as it was the only choice.
But as quickly as my decision to step in left, it came back.
The guy had his hand raised in the air, ready to slap her when I yelled out.
"Stop!"
They both turned to look at me, surprised expressions on their faces.
The mans surprised expression changed to anger.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked.
"That's not important," I said.
"Why were you about to slap her?" I continued on.
"That's none of your business!" The man roared, stepping closer to me as if it was supposed to intimidate me.
"Oh really? So, if I called the cops it wouldn't be their business hearing that you wanted to slap this girl?" I urged on.
His eyes flashed fear for a split second until he took a step back. He looked behind at the girl and opened his mouth to speak.
"This isn't over," he spat out.
He then marched back inside the apartment with a slam of the door.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at me.
"You know, you didn't have to do that, but thank you," she said in a small, shaky voice.
I sent her a small smile before I answered.
"I know, but it felt like the right thing to do," I replied honestly.
She smiled and nodded, then she turned and walked down the street.
I stood there, lost in my own thoughts.
I thought about her smile, how it didn't reach her eyes.
She was hurting.
Just like me, it seems.
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Misunderstood ✓
Fanfic"No one understands me. I'm simply just a misunderstood kid." A Yang Jeongin fanfic Disclaimer⚠️ This fic was written when I was a teenager, hence why it is very poorly written.
