Finding Lucky || Taetubes

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The first day back after winter break...

Butterflies...Not really, no one there is any bit of interesting and it's way less fun than sitting at home learning to play my instruments while singing along to songs with notes far beyond my range.

I waltz into the corridor, a fake smile plastered onto my face. "Good morning, Kasey!" my teachers greet me as they strut down the halls with smiles that seem to match mine.

"Ready to start the new year off right?" a voice calls from behind me.  My smile fades because I knew who it was. I turn around, quickly painting my lips with the dopey grin of mine for greeting him.

"Hey Jimin! How was your break?" I asked, slowing down so that he could catch up to me.

Jimin truly was a sweet kid. Made of porcelain, many small fractures, just waiting for him to break.  He was always bullied by the more popular people, they simply pushed him aside or would attempt to make him feel bad for no apparent reason.

I wouldn't say that I'm considerably popular here...More like infamous.

"I didn't really get to do much because of my siblings of course..." He continues on but I honestly block him out. He was annoying and I don't do well with aimless people.  Not intentionally, I couldn't help feel bad for him.

"But yeah...how about yours?" he asks me flashing a small smile and he earns a genuine one from me in return.

"It was...okay...I didn't do much either." I brush off.

I was one of the only people who'd ever talk to him. No one wanted to and I couldn't ever understand why. He had been bullied since freshman year even though he grew a tougher skin and was eventually able to develop snippy comebacks. I could tell it still hurt.

I don't know if I'm actually a bad person.

Do I simply tolerate Jimin because I'm afraid of what he could do if no one was nice to him? Nowadays, people spazz out and hurt others because of internal pain. Even kill them.

Or themselves. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if Jimin had done something to himself because he felt all alone in this world.

Or because I truly wanted to be his friend...? I couldn't decipher which.

"I'll see you later." He says quickly ducking off into a side stairwell, disappearing shortly after.

Where's he going?

My question was quickly answered when I saw Jungkook marching proudly down the hallway, a smirk plastered across his smug face.

"Fucking prick..." I murmured as he brushed my shoulder, causing me to stumble backward.

"What'd you say?" He says turning around grabbing my wrist. "Let me go!" I shouted at him and security came marching down the hall, eyes focused on his figure and mine.

"Kasey, you keep testing me and watch what happens next." He said before pushing me away and walking off.

"I'm not afraid of you," I said weakly, rubbing at my wrist that was sure to bruise later.

I practically sprinted to class, hoping I wouldn't run into Jungkook again, next time with his crew.

Sitting down in my seat toward the middle, I waved to one of my friends similar to Jimin, Mel. She picked her head up from her book as her eyes lit up. She gave me a slight smile and looked to be waiting. Maybe waiting for me to say more.