왜 울지야? (Why Are You Crying?) [EXO Kai FANFIC]

제 02 장. The President

Yoo-Jeong's POV

I silently let out a sigh while resting my head on my arm, staying under the tree. In this quiet place, I couldn't ask for more. At least at this moment, I can feel peace somehow. No whispers, no intimidating stares, no gossips, no nothing. Instead of having myself a session of meal at the cafeteria, I prefer to stay in this place, it is also good for me to save my money. I don't have to waste it for nonsense since I still have something to do with my allowance, I have to pay for my own tuition, because I don't want my older brother to worry about me, I need him to focus to himself alone. But food is not a waste of money since this is a way for me to survive, but I guess water is already enough.

I earned my money from part-time jobs in order for me to pay my yearly tuition. Sometimes I wonder that what's my purpose of attending school since I can just stop my learnings through this stage and focus on my real scenario, being a young worker at the age of 23. But I realize that I have to continue my studies in order for me to prove to everyone that even if I don't have anyone to support me, I can support myself and prove them that their hatreds, their insults, their hurtful words for my downfall, will only motivate me to become more and more successful, that is already engrave in my mind and I will never waste my precious time for their nonsense. And my brother too, has faith in me. I will never let him be disappointed.

The time will come that they will look up at me and will thought that the one they've been stepping on before has risen and became successful. I want to show them that I can do everything even if they tell me that I can't, I want to prove them that everything what they thought about me is wrong.

I let out a heavy sigh and took a quick glance on my wristwatch. It's already 1:30 o'clock in the afternoon, which means I have no more reason to go to class by this time.

The same routine will happen though. If the teacher's not yet there, the class will treat me as a trash. Somehow they asked themselves if how did I got into this place since this school has one of the most expensive tuition fee. They said that I don't belong here, almost as if they are treating me like a stain ruining their fancy clothes, like they have to remove me this instant.

They did not know that this school is not all about money, but also about intellegence. Well, I couldn't brag any further since what they always thought will always be right.

I stand up from where I seated while dusting my skirt. I guess I have no more excuse for me to stay in this hell for any longer, I must go to the café by now so that I can earn much amount of job fee for me.

While walking through the hallways where no one is around since they are currently in the middle of the class, I only look down staring at my shoes while taking steps which created a small faint echo on the hallways. Funny to think that my footsteps sounds like a creepy something which can immediately give anyone who can hear it right now will surely be struggling in goosebumps—"Hey!"

I fall back on the floor when I unconsciously did not know that someone has bumped on me. I narrow my eyes to this guy who's standing in front of me, wearing a glasses with his hair that seemed to be messy and has not been arranged neatly. He has an expressionless eyes that even his aura seems dark but when you first see him, you'll think that he's totally a geek.

Based from what I'm seeing right now, he is the type of a person that doesn't give a damn even if he's on the edge of his death. His expressionless eyes are piercing down on me as if he's bringing me to my own grave. If I would be scared by the students' glare of daggers, then I would be more scared with this guy who's now right in front of me.

There is something in his eyes that tells me something which I cannot rarely know of what it was. His eyes are giving me hints that this person misses someone, longing so much. I can clearly see how his expression changed from expressionless to something as if he recognizes. Moment or two, he returned back to his usual expression.