he paints with lies ❆ kookmin

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❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.'◦• ⊱›────── May 24th 2013

jimin

I ran as fast as my legs allowed through the empty corridor. My first lesson started a few minutes ago, which meant I was late. Again. This was the third time this week that I was late for my first class.

I'm not a bad student, but rather one of the best in my year. The reason that I was sprinting to school, was my younger brother. I was certain that he felt forgotten by our parents, since they're always working. With mom spending her time at the hospital, and dad at the law firm, me and my brother were often left alone at home.

The past week, Jihyun got tired of their constant absence. I'm was the only one that could talk to him, even though the reason for him shouting at our parents in the mornings is that he wants to talk to them. I had to calm him down before we had to run to school, me dragging him along.

As I had rounded the last corner I stopped, hands on my knees as I took deep breaths before opening the classroom door. The whole class turned their heads to look at me, along with the teacher. He had a disapproving look on his face. I had told him last time that it wouldn't happen again, and he trusted in me. I was a favorite, and it's always disappointing when they do wrong.

Teachers aren't supposed to favorize, yet they do. They can't help but enjoy it when students take interest in their subjects, when they're ambitious. Those students give them the confirmation that we all crave; that we're doing a good job. Teachers want appreciation for their hard work as well.

''Jimin, this is the third time this week that you're late,'' my mathematics teacher said as I walked to my desk. ''Even if you have a reason for it, I must give you detention. You'll stay half an hour after school.''

I nodded, looking down in embarrassment. I knew that he'd been nice, not giving me detention the other times.

I opened my books, starting to solve the problems. I liked mathematics a lot, since there's always challenges with it. That was why I'd study at medical school after graduation. Alike mathematics, there was always something new to learn. It was endless.

Art was another favorite class of mine, as it challenged me in a way that nothing else really did. I wasn't best in that class, and it was both interesting and annoying.

❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.'

It was at the end of the school day that detention was held. As I walked into the room where it was held, no one else was there. I thought that I might be early, but it was only two minutes left.

I sat down at a desk, pulling out a sketchbook from my bag. I usually doodled in my notebooks when classes were boring; a bad habit. It destroyed my books, and they'd fill up quickly.

"I've never seen you in detention before," someone said as they walked up behind me.

I turned my head head to find Jungkook look at me with an amused grin. I quickly turned my sketchbook over, not wanting him to see the horrible doodles I'd made. He was the best in art class, clearly, and someone I looked up to. We never talked much, except for when we had to in that one class we had together. He was a year younger, but he'd never called me hyung, so it never felt like it.

"You come here often?" It sounded sarcastic, but I was genuinely curious.

"Quite a lot. I only stay if there are interesting and entertaining people here though," he said as he sat down on the table beside mine. The way he said it confused me, and I realised that the few times we'd spoke never helped me figure him out.