Favor (KIM Taehyung)

Chapter4

About two weeks have passed since I actually talked to Taehyung. In this two weeks, things have changed. The students have been treating me differently. I've somehow earned their respect. Now everyone knows me. I became popular. Every time I walk pass the school halls, I could hear people whispering and talking about me and backing away. But not in a disgust way. It was more of a respect way.

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Today was just like any other days. Boring. I haven't talked to Lissa at all. She didn't believe in me. She thought I was weak. But I proved her wrong. I proved her that I was strong and I can stand up for myself. 

But I do miss her. At school, my friends are all boys. I haven't made a single friend that is a girl. I'll go talk to her when I see her.

Currently I'm walking home from school. It is a long way but I prefer walking instead of driving.

While I'm walking, I like to think about my days in Busan. I haven't talked to my friends in so long. I remember how we used to go out late at nights to either tag on walls or party. But I stopped doing it. I changed a lot when I moved to Seoul. I became more coward.

I have been walking home a lot so I found a shortcut to home instead of walking longer. The alley is usually quiet and not much people walk through it. But its not dangerous, I've been going through it for a week now. But...

Today was different. It's not quiet. I could hear people talking, more like whispering. As I look closely all those memories come to me. The sound of spray paints, talking quietly so no one catches you, always looking panicked if there was someone looking but still somehow we found it entertaining.

I just stood there while looking at some boys tagging the walls of the alley. I smiled a little.

I used to be like this. Back in Busan, my friends and I always used to get together and do these things. I used to be really good at doing art and stuff. I still am but I don't draw or paint anymore ever since that day I got caught. Yes, that's right, one day I got caught by the police doing graffiti on an alley quite similar to this one. Long story short, I ended up in the police station with my mom coming to pick me up. I still remember her face. she was so shocked and angry when she found out what I do. And I also remember getting beaten up by her and having to pay a fine and washing the tags away as a punishment. I had sore arms for almost a month after that.

That day I had to make a promise to my mom that I would never touch a spray paint again. Of course I miss doing it. I only liked showing my talents that way. 

Every night my friends called me telling me to meet up with them but my mom never let me. I even tried sneaking out but always got caught. So I gave up. Instead, I started releasing my anger at school. Which meant getting into fights and never following the rules just because I could.

My thoughts suddenly got interrupted when I heard a voice.

"Wanna try it?" One of the guys asked while holding a spray paint gesturing for me to take it. He looked at me smiling. I looked up at him because he was hella tall. He had dark brown hair which covered his eyes. He looked like he was my age. He had a really kind face. I smiled.

"I'm already experienced." I said and I kindly tried rejecting the offer.

"Even better." He said and kept wanting to give the black spray paint. I grinned.

"Well you see, I kinda made a promise that I won't do this again so..."

"Oh come on. Once wouldn't hurt." He said. I looked at him. I really wanted to. I miss doing it. But I also made a promise. I hesitated. I mean like he said, once wouldn't hurt, right? It's not like my mom will find out. That would be impossible. So I took it.