The Dreamer

TWELVE - "Don't Call Me Oppa Again"

I woke up early, fixed myself and walked my way to the school. I could see Yoongi riding his bike from here. That's our usual scene anyway, unlike before when he still asks me to sit on the pillion of his bike so we can go to school and come back home together.

My Father always scolds me why I don't call him "brother" or what. Well, I tried before and really, it sounds corny.

"Oppa!" I waved my hand to him. I was in Grade 3 while he was in Grade 6.

"Ya! Haven't I told you I should just wait you near the gate, not here in front of your classroom?" he muttered, putting my bag in the basket of his bike. "Your classmates are staring."

"That's because you're ugly," I chided.

"Ya!"

"Kidding! Hm... Oppa, can you please say 'Hi Lisa!' to the girl in the middle? The one who is holding a mango cupcake," I whispered to his ear. "Jebal."

"And why would I do that?"

"Je... bal."

"Hi Lisa!" he said and oh my god, Lisa shouted in happiness. She likes Yoongi too much.

"Is that enough?" I asked, smiling at her.

She nodded and said, "Here, your mango cupcake. That is homemade. Eat it well."

That was the last day I referred him as my brother since he said...

"Don't call me Oppa again."

"My Father said I should call you Oppa."

"Just do what I say."

"Why?"

"Because it feels like you really sound like a younger sister to me and I can't resist you. You're even using me for your own pleasure!"

"Ya! I gave you half of my mango cupcake so don't shout at me like that!"

"Mango cupcake, my foot!"

"Your foot, but isn't it delicious...?... Oppa?"

"Ya!"

"Ya!"

The end.

I smiled at the memory. How I miss the old days.

I went inside the classroom, surprised to see Jennie in tears. The chalkboard is full of disgusting words toward her. Okay, what happened? Seems like we exchanged situation here.

Jennie could not look at me directly and you know what? No one is there to comfort her. I feel terribly sad for her. I know the feeling since I really cried many times in the classroom, in the gymnasium, in the comfort room and in the library. Just me, myself and I.

I walked my way to the board and erased those words. I know the feeling and I hate anyone to feel the same. The pain is just too much to bear to be branded as a slut when you know you are not.

Okay, Jennie is a slut but then, she still doesn't deserve it.

I sat down in my chair, even surprised to see that my table is clean. The vandals disappeared. I looked at my chair. It's new. Someone tell me what really happened?

I'm confused.

"Yoongi-sunbae came here awhile ago," Taeyeon told me. "Like, you know, as a member of the student council, it is his job to check the facilities and the tables and chairs in a classroom."

"And he happened to see my table and chair?"

"Yes. Even the words written on the board about you. He was so angry like a dragon that he spit fire!"

"Oh..."

"And you know what? He woke up Jennie to her make-up stories!"

I don't wanna be curious about the full action he did but I asked it anyway. Just for once, I want to be happy that Yoongi saved me from bullying without me, telling it to him.

He saved me again.

He is still holding my life.