HAJIMA | pjh

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I felt a hand push me to the ground and I landed

with a thud. I looked up to see a face. A familiar face.

Guess who? Well, I knew I was gonna be bullied for

the whole year. Good luck to me. A person who

always stood up for others, being bullied.

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Lee Jaerin

Park Jihoon.

Of course it had to be him. I bullied him. I deserve to be bullied, but I don't feel like it. I mean, I might as well get bullied. It's not like I care for my life that much. But I know Somi does and I don't want to see her sad. But go ahead Park Jihoon. Lay a finger on me to hurt me and I'll hurt you.

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Park Jihoon

I looked at the weakling, Jaerin, on the floor. It was time for my revenge. Good luck, Jaerin. You're never going to escape me. I'm getting revenge no matter what.

Lee Jaerin

I looked at Jihoon. "Jihoon, why are you doing this? About the bullying, i can explain. Please, let me explain."

"Why should i?"

I felt like he was insulting me. I felt offended. I got up and walked away. I didn't care anymore. You know what? Since I've been struggling so much, it's better if you kill me. I won't have that much trouble anyway.

I felt a hand pull my shoulder and push me to the door. Well done, Jihoon. I was exiting! I hit the pointy and sharp metal part of the door and slid down, scratching it even further. I sat there and cried. What else could I do? I really didn't care if Jihoon saw me as a weakling. I felt hurt.

Park Jihoon

I grabbed Jaerin's shoulder and pushed her to the door. No way was I going to let her get away without me getting my revenge.

I walked away. I heard crying and I didn't care. But they were getting louder. I looked backwards and saw Jaerin grabbing her penknife from her bag, wanting to stab herself. I ran to her and grabbed her penknife before she could do anything. I wanted revenge but I didn't want her to kill herself.

Lee Jaerin

I sat there, crying. Jihoon had already walked away. My parents are thinking of divorcing and I already had a cut on my arm. I couldn't take it anymore. If Jihoon wants me dead so badly, I might as well save him the trouble. I grabbed my penknife from my bag and wanted to stab myself. I felt someone take away my penknife.

"GIVE IT BACK!" I shouted.

"Fine," He said and he dropped the penknife on the floor.