As a child, I've always loved the game 'Simon Says'. It gave me lots of joy to play with my friends. It was a fun, innocent game that all children enjoyed. But that all changed later on.
Now it gives me joy for another reason. A very different reas...
Walking in the night, under the pitch black sky gave me a calm and serene feeling. With problems like mine, being kidnapped or raped never bothered me. Better than what goes on at home. If you can even call that wretched place 'home'. My short shadow lurked around me under the light of the street lampposts. My feet made soft 'tap' noises as I walked along the pavement, hands in my black hoodie.
Part of me not worrying about being harassed is that I always wear black outside. I'm barely noticeable in the night sky. I don't halt when I hear noises ahead, I keep on walking unbothered. "Oi Donghyuk, stop being a puss. That was nothing." Laughter was heard after the statement. "Fuck off you bastards." The sound of spitting was heard as I approached closer to the on going scene.
As I drew nearer, I saw 4-5 boys surrounding a boy on the floor, wiping blood off his mouth. One of the boys furrowed his eyebrows in rage and spoke with venom lacing his mouth. "What'd you say you little shit?" The boy stepped up, ready to punch the beaten boy before he was stopped.
"Stop this fuckery Hyojung."
A voice stated firmly while the others stared at the pair in confusion and bewilderment. There was silence for a few seconds before Hyojung spoke. "What do you want Yoonbyul?" I raised my eyebrow in mockery. "Did you not hear what I say? Maybe you need hearing aids. I said stop your pathetic fuckery." The other boys that were crowding let out loud 'oohs' or 'she burnt him'. I pushed his arm to his side with force, making him knock his own stomach hard.
Hyojung let out a loud 'oof' indicating it pained him. The boy on the floor looked at me in shock, while the rest tried to stifle their laughter. "Fuck you Yoonbyul." Hyojung spat, glaring at me with raging anger. I ignored his insult as I looked at the other idiots. "I suggest you leave the boy alone before something bad happens." My eyes go dark as I put my arm protectively in front of the boy. I looked at Hyojung with equal rage and firmly stated, "If I see you do this again, you know what will happen."
He looked frightened and signaled for everyone to leave and scurried off. After I made sure Hyojung and his gang of pathetic losers left, I helped the boy who I presume is 'Donghyuk'. "Thanks for your help but I didn't need it." He told me as he dusted his pants from sitting on the concrete path for long. I gave him a look that translated to 'you-would've-been-dead-without-me'.
He blushed a small red as he knows it was true. "I'm Donghyuk. And you are?" He introduced, as I responded with a short 'Yoonbyul'. Donghyuk nodded his head and carried on talking, "How do you know Hyojung?" The inquiry was a simple one but brought me so much stress just from knowing that idiot. I, again, responded with a short, dry reply, "Ex-boyfriend." We stood there in silence before I broke it for the last time, "Here's my number if Hyojung ever bothers you again. Just call me." I hand him a small chit with my number on it and walk back in the direction I from.
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