𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Kim Hongjoong. March 27th, 1980. | Thursday, 9:01AM. WARNING: Sexual Harassment. Homophobia. Harsh Language.
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It's been three days since Hongjoong's arrival at his new school, and he still couldn't make any more friends. Sure, he has Wooyoung by his side, but for the last two days, Wooyoung hasn't shown up to school. He assumed Wooyoung got tired of him and avoided crossing paths with the red-haired boy, instead, he found out that Wooyoung was absent from school.
"Does he normally do this?" Hongjoong asks Wooyoung's annoyed friends, fiddling with the sleeve of his school jacket.
"Listen, kid, Wooyoung does his own shit 'cuz he has his own fucking problems. If you like him so goddamn much, get yourself pretty up, suck the principal's dick and maybe he'll give you Wooyoung's house number," A girl snarled, making Hongjoong cringe at her awful words. Hongjoong had learned her name to be Hye since they both have Korean history, and he couldn't forget the girl with bright neon pink hair seated at the front of the class, sleeping.
"You guys have an obsession with someone sucking dick or something? You're all so weird," Hongjoong scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest with a small eye roll. "I was asking a simple question because I'm worried about a... Friend? I'm pretty sure you guys don't even consider Wooyoung-ah a friend since you don't give a shit about his whereabouts."
"It's none of your fucking business about how we feel about Wooyoung, so piss off!" A boy, Jisung, snarled, standing up to get in Hongjoong's face, but the shorter male held his hand up.
"I don't need your hot breath in my face again. Once you learn how to take a shower, maybe I'll feel threatened." Hongjoong mutters before turning his back, grabbing his bag straps as he walks out the cafeteria, ignoring the stoner's shouts.
They weren't going to do anything to him even if they say they would— All Hongjoong has to do is pull out a bag of weed and he'll have all of them on their knees, praising him for being God's child. Hongjoong sat in the same spot near the lockers to eat his lunch as he did on Monday, alone. He didn't mind the loneliness, he concluded that everyone in this school was a bunch of assholes, and he needed to finish this school year as fast as he can so he could switch schools.
"Look here, it's that fucking kid who fucked up my skateboard!" Hongjoong scrunches his nose in annoyance, 'Can't I eat in peace without people coming into my bubble?' It seemed everywhere he went, someone has to bother him without a reason. "Oh, look, it's the annoying kid who spits on people's school shirts 'cuz he's all talk and no bite," Hongjoong grumbled, closing his blue heart-shaped lunchbox and putting it into his bag. He didn't feel like eating today, everyone irritated him and reeked to the point that he lost his appetite.
