Hoodie || Bae Jinyoung

⚪5⚫

I enter the class with flour all over my uniform. My classmates dart their eyes on me while whispering to each other. I know what kind of things they are talking about. I sit at my place, ignoring them.

"How do you like the present? It will be much better if there is eggs." Stated a sticky note on my desk's drawer.

I scrunch the paper throwing it to the owner who is busy with his fans, Bae Jinyoung. It hits perfectly on his back head. He looks at me angrily but not as angry as I am. He gets off from his seat, approaching mine.

"Is it not enough? Your uniform still look clean to me." He smirks.

I take off my bottle lid, splashing his face with the chocolate milk that my father made for me this morning. Jinyoung faces away wiping his face with his hand. A few of his fans give him wet tissues as he still stand in front me.

"I'm cleaner than you, I think. At least, I'm not feeling sticky as your face is." I chuckled, plugging in my earphones.

He walks out of the classroom in anger with his fans following him around. I eye him while keep my laughter inside. It's not shocking for me to see the bullying side in him although he is a celebrity.

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An hour after the incident, I finished such a boring literature class. And Bae Jinyoung is not here as he has a sudden schedule to go to. When Mrs Choi takes her things to leave the class, the class suddenly turn pitched black. A few girls in my class screamed in fear. The sound of some glasses break increases my curiosity.

I switch on the flashlight on my phone, looking around bravely. There he is again... The black hoodie guy. He is right behind me hitting some of the lockers brutally using a hard object. My hand reach his back to pull his hoodie off from covering his head.

He is faster than me. He grabs my hand, throwing me to the locker harshly. I wouldn't lie if that was the most painful experience I ever get. I screamed in pain as my phone already lost from my hand. I try to search for him again but the light brightens the class again.

"Our locker!"
"Oh no! My precious things inside are gone!"

My classmates surround the locker with sadness in their face. Hyunjae, one of Jinyoung's friend grabs my collar angrily; "You're the one who did this right?! That's why you're here! Don't you know how valuable my camera in my locker and now it's gone!"

"I'm not!" I push him away with all my might and rage. "Why you only point at me? You see me as an easy prey for you to be fault? Don't you know how hurt my back is when I got thrown by an anonymous guy?! And now I lost my phone when I'm trying to figure out the person who started all of these mess!"

"Stop fighting, you two!" Mrs Choi stands between Hyunjae and me. "I will report about this at principal. If any of you lost any of your items in the locker, tell me now. And.. Minha, I think you should go to the infirmary. I'm afraid that your back would bruise up."

Finally there is a teacher who cares about me. That's why I love literature although it's boring. I exit the chaotic classroom by myself. As I made my way to the infirmary, I saw a metal baseball bat on the corridor.

Don't tell me this is the item that the hoodie guy used?

"Can't you at least watch where you are walking?" Jihoon asks as he touches my forehead to stop me from walking.

"Just let me be whatever I want." I answer him, snapping his hand away from me.

"Where are you going?" He continues.

"Infirmary." I coldly reply.

"Yah! Wae? Are you hurt? I mean.. you just hurt your knee and now what?" He holds my shoulder, concerned.

"Don't you have any class to go? Just let me go anywhere I want without worrying over me. I'm wasting your time." My patience has exceed its limit. "Jebal.. Let me alone this time."

He stops following me when I walk away from him, heading to the infirmary. The nurse looks shocked when she saw me. "Are you hurt again? Does the wound open up?" She asks.

"My back bumps with the locker. Mrs Choi told me to get a checkup of my back. She afraid that it might bruised up." I tell her with a sigh.

"What happened? Aigoo.. Take a seat on the bed first and I will check on you." She smiles calmly.

I raise up my shirt when she asked me. "There is a small cut on your back and.. how hard you bump on it.. a part of your back is redden." She tells me while putting some ointment on my back.

It stings but I try to hold in as hard as I could. After a few minutes of treatment, I take a rest in the infirmary because I know if I enter the class at this time, they will surely ask me whether I'm the one who destroyed their locker.

"Don't act like you're that strong.." I heard Jihoon's voice behind the curtain. He pulls the curtain away with a banana milk on his hand.

What is he doing here? Does he really didn't have any class today?

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