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that dimple is illegal • bang chan

genre(s): high school, mental health, Aussie line

warning(s): mentions of panic attacks and all that so if that triggers you please proceed with caution!

description: Sana is an quiet and awkward girl who gets bullied. Jisung, her best friend, suggests a coping mechanism. Will Sana go along with it, or will she continue to struggle on her own?

word count: 669
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I slammed my locker shut and closed my eyes, attempting to block out the sneering coming from behind me.

"Look at her pathetic slouch!" A voice I so easily recognised as Minho laughed to his minions. "No wonder she only has one friend."

"Just ignore them, Sana." Jisung, my only friend, sighed. I opened my eyes and nodded. As we walked down the corridor towards our next lesson, Jisung spoke up timidly:

"The offer still stands," he smiled sympathetically. "Come to band club with me. The boys really supportive and..."

"I already said no, Jisung." I cut him off sharply. "I don't need your little Aussie support group; I can deal with it myself." I opened my classroom's door and walked briskly to my desk before taking out my books and sitting down.

As I fiddled with my pen, I started thinking about Primary: from year 3 to year 7, Jisung and Minho were my best friends - the people who helped me through that horrible time.

Until one day.

We were performing The Lion King, but I messed it up by hyperventilating and collapsing during my solo, all because I forgot to take my fluoxetine. Minho became popular and has bullied me about it ever since. I also thought about the time Jisung handed me a book called Head-Lands, which made me have a panic attack in the middle of a reading assembly. They also targeted me for that, which some of the teachers even joined in on.

I snapped out of my thoughts as the lunch bell rang. Grabbing my bag, I rushed out of the door and straight into the toilets. I sat in the cubicle and scrolled through my twitter group chat, or as I like to call it, my online escape. I saw one of my friend's messages to me saying that a club would be a good way to start socialising again. Biting my nails, I contemplated:

It could help.

What if they're like Minho?

It might be my only chance.

Aren't they both boys?

I stormed out of the bathroom and into the noisy hall, ceasing my consideration. What was the point of thinking if I couldn't come to a conclusion, anyway?

"What if they make fun of me?" I panicked. "They'll probably think I'm overreacting. Will they make me tell them things? Will they find me pathetic?"

"Hey, relax." Jisung said. "They're really nice, trust me." I took a deep breath as he turned the handle and opened the door. As we walked inside, I saw two blonde boys sitting on some chairs and chatting. Jisung cleared his throat, drawing their attention to us.

"Boys, this is Sana. Sana, meet Felix and Chris." Jisung introduced.

"Nice to meet you!" Felix smiled.

"Glad you finally came along." Chris said, with a prominent Australian accent.

"Sana, you should talk to Chris to make it easier. He's, like, basically our dad. C'mon, Lix!" Jisung said quickly and disappeared with Felix before I even processed what he had said.

I sat down facing Chris, fidgeting with my ring.

"Jisung has told us a bit, but it'd be easier to hear about you from yourself." He spoke softly.

"Well..." I hesitated. He smiled at me reassuringly, and I instantly continued: "My name is Sana and I have post traumatic stress disorder. I was abused and isolated when I was younger, yet I refused therapy and still do. I thought it would be a good idea to make some friends..."

As I told Chris more about myself, I felt strangely comforted by the subtle dimple on his right cheek that deepened as he listened.