As You Can See|tk

1| i know i'm talking to an egotistical brat

Taehyung—

"Are you sure that you'll be fine, Taehyung?" My mother questions, worriedly. I gave her an easy smile, "of course. I'll be completely fine. You ask me this every time I exchange schools, Mother." She sighed, "I'm sorry, baby. You know how I am. I just can't trust the school and the kids they keep sending to help you around." I pulled my lips to the side, wryly, "Mother, I know you worry, but I really don't need the help." She tittered, "nonsense, of course you need help! How can I let my precious son wander around that big campus on his own?"

Deciding to give up on trying to reason with her, I only nodded, and felt the car stop. I perked my ears, listening to the chatter of the students of my new high school. I usually transfer schools when my parents have wind of someone harassing me. But, of course, I always take care of the kid, before I leave. It didn't matter if I couldn't see, I could still deal with my own problems. The driver's door opened, and the chauffeur, Mr. Lee, opened my door. I gripped the strap of my backpack, feeling the presence of Mr. Lee's hand in front of me. I raised my hand, and let him pull me out of the car, even though I really didn't need the assistance. I wanted to reassure my mother in some kind of form.

Mr. Lee removed his hand, and returned to the car, and closed the driver's door. I heard the gravel crunch, as he pulled away from the front of the school. I felt Mother's hand grip onto my forearm, and I let her lead me inside of the school, and to the front office. "You're absolute that you don't need your cane, sweetie? I know you hate using that thing, but this is a new school." I shook my head, wordlessly. "Once, I have my helper I won't need a cane," I responded, monotonously. "Sure, sweetie, but you'll be assigned one tomorrow. I have your cane in my purse, right now. At least take it, okay, Taehyungie?" Sighing, I extended my hand, expectantly. The feeling of the stainless steal stick contacted my palm, and I shoved it into my pocket.

"Good boy," Mother cooed, ruffling my hair. "Only for you, Mother," I responded idly. I could tell that we entered the building, by the sudden rush of cold air and the increase of chatter. "Oh dear, this school really does seem big," Mother mumbled. I patted her hand, reassuringly. "Mother, I will be fine. Don't worry about me." She sighed, before stopping to pull open the door to the front office. "Excuse me?" She called. "Ah, yes, Mrs. Kim, correct?" A woman's voice spoke. "Yes, that's right," Mother stepped forward, with me along with her. "Yes, here is the braille version of Taehyung's schedule, and the helper will be assigned to him tomorrow morning, as we've discussed over the phone."

I raised my hands, feeling Mother shift her arm. She placed the sheet into my palm, and my fingers grasped onto the paper. I traced a finger over the first class, discovering that it was Korean Literature. I ran my finger across the rest of the schedule, committing the classes to memory.

Mother cupped my cheeks, and rubbed her thumb over my cheekbone. "Stay safe and learn lots, alright sweetie? You need to have an excellent education if you want to take over the company, in the future." I nodded my head, "of course, Mother." I couldn't see it, but I knew she was smiling. "Alright, then, go to class."

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I listened to the chatter, intently. I never liked using my cane, since I hated how it made me feel like I was useless. I can walk just fine without that thing. My ears perked at a particular heavy pair of footsteps heading my way. I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows. Why aren't the footsteps stepping away from me? Instead...why are they heading right towards me?

Making a split second decision, I side-stepped, to avoid oncoming collision. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough, and my shoulder made contact with the person. I was flung against the wall, and my cane fell out of my jean's pocket. Cursing under my breath, I fumbled for the stupid metal stick, and shoved it back into my pocket. "Jeez, can't you look where you're going?" A male's voice sneered. The voice would've sounded angelic, if it wasn't downgrading me. I turned my head to where I heard the voice, and glared. "I was the one who moved out of the way, but it takes both sides to make the effort, you know. If you wanted to avoid hitting me, then you should've side-stepped as well. Get off your high horse, before you think you can talk back to me like you're the innocent one. If I know I did you wrong then I'd apologize."