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Draft: 26/03/18   07:34
Published: 26/03/18   11:31

Some mean things will be said here.

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'It's true. Everyone hates me,'

[Y/n] wasn't the same after that.

It was if he was...dead.

Everyone noticed. It wasn't like it was a secret. Even if everyone was weary of the boy, didn't mean they didn't know how he acted most of the time. He normally would come in quietly, have a small smile on his face, answering the questions when asked, and helping the teachers when they needed it.

Now...

He was different.

He never smiled. He never talked. He never looked up from his book. He never answered questions. He never helped the teachers.

And Jina noticed.

She wasn't concerned. No no, not at all. She was happy. He took something precious to her long ago and now she has it.

And she took this as a chance to strike.

"Jiae isn't you friend,"

"She's using you,"

"Your family doesn't love you,"

"Your 'mother' adopted you out of pity,"

"You deserve to die,"

"I hope you rot it hell where you were born,"

"Why are you even here?"

"Never come back you slut,"

"How about you kill yourself?"

"Don't tell me you're too scared to do that, you pussy,"

"Come on, why don't you try to fight back?"

"Quiter, quiter. [Y/n]'s a quiter,"

"He doesn't want to live because no one loves him,"

"Boohoo, poor defenceless [Y/n]. Will his inbreed, autistic boyfriend come and save him?"

"Hahaha, he's not fighting back. This is hilarious!"

It was fun to her. To see the light in his eyes dwindle away bit by bit.

Soon the other people in the class started to join in with Jina's fun, noticing the boy wasn't as tough as they thought he'd be. They started calling him other rude names and slurs. Daehyun stayed in the corner, not doing anything.

But did they care of how damaging they were being to [Y/n]?

No, not one single bit.