Life//Kim Jonghyun//

School

🚨 THIS STORY IS NOT MADE TO MOCK JONGHYUN OR HIS DEATH, I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A SAD STORY!!!!!!!🚨

Jonghyuns Pov

I was sitting at my usual desk in the back. My head in my hands, stressing over school and my family.

Mrs. Lee was calling roll, yet wasn't paying attention. I heard a loud smack on my desk, causing me jerk my head up from it's comfortable position.

"Mr. Kim, I've called your name about three times-why haven't you said 'here'?" Mrs. Lee questioned.

I sighed then responded "I have a lot on my mind..."

She looked at me confused. Her mouth made forums as if she were to say something about it, but the knock on the door left her to speak nothing.

She walked to the door, and opened it to reveal an average looking girl.

"You must be our new student, please do introduce yourself." Mrs. Lee said with a wide smile.

"H-hi, I'm Jong Y/n." She said while looking down at her feet. Her blushing was probably due to all of the fellow classmates were staring at her.

Mrs. Lee looked around the room for a place to sit, but the room was almost full. She looked towards the back, which caused me to put my head down. If she couldn't see me, Mrs. Lee would be less likely to place her next to me.

"You see that boy with his head down? Go sit next to him" I heard our teacher say.

I peaked my head up to see who Mrs. Lee was talking about-surely enough the new student was walking towards me.

I sighed, "Hi, I'm Jonghyun. Nice to meet you." I said giving my best fake smile.

She smiled back, a pearly white smile. Her smile caused little wrinkles to forum on her face, which almost made me smile for real.

She sat down next to me "As you may know now, I'm Y/n, Jung Y/n." She said holding her hand out for me to shake. Smiling once again, I lended my hand out to shake hers.

She smiled and looked away at the neatly decorated walls that enclose our classroom. I cleared my throat then looked down at the worksheet that landed on our desk. I stared at the worksheet for a solid minute, then at our new student, Y/n, she stared at her paper.

"Do you need help?" I asked trying to be nice. She looked at me, smiled, then slid her paper over to me. Looking at her confused to see that she was a quarter of the way done.

"Didn't we just get these worksheets ?"
"Yeah, so?"
"How have you done that much?"

"MR. KIM! THAT'S DETENTION!" Mrs. Lee yelled at me. Great, that's going to just great to tell my dad. I started to stress again, grabbing my hair in grief as I could already feel the belt whip against my face. Tears were threatening to flow already.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Lee-he wasn't doing anything wrong. I was asking if he could help me with a problem, even after him telling me to ask you, I still questioned him. It's me who deserves the detention...Don't punish him for my wrong doing." Y/n said from beside me, folding her hands together while her head was tilted down. She was trying to look as guilty as possible...why did she do that for me?

"If that's the case then, see me after class Ms. Jung." Our teacher, Mrs. Lee replied calmly.

After our teacher turned her back to us to continue her "work", I looked at her puzzled. She then turned towards me which her face scrunched into a proud smile. I put my hands on my forehead for support,
then saw a note slide in front of me.