X1 Imagines

Hyeongjun: Naivety

I'm guilty of extraordinary naivete,
I suppose.
But it's a naivete that I really don't want to abandon,
not even now.
- Jock Sturges

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Paper balls were thrown at me. Rounded, crumpled balls of paper, each having a specific message written in them inside their crevices. Messages that no one should have. They fell to the ground as time ticked by. I let my body loose. Not having the gut to move an inch of my muscle. 

I was swallowed by fear and paralyzed with terror. My lips pursed as I let the pimps brutalize my dead mentality. Every second, I felt numb. The sound of the ticking clock faded and I was slowly entered into an imaginative void filled spaced thoughts. I didn't want to focus on them. Words that exited their nasty mouths traveled to my right ears, but I gave them the left ear to move out. Processing irrelevant words into your brain are harmful than a painful punch.

"Hey, Jungle Y/n! Stop trying to act strong you weakling", One of the pimps, a girl, spatted out. Another girl ruffled my hair severely while the other rammed my head toward the brick wall. I could feel the wound form on my scalp. Hot, fresh flesh exposed to the environment and my hair did little impact to protect it. 

"My mom is right. These people seem tough on T.v but are actual weaklings"

"Tsk, why is she even here?"

"Be grateful that she's here. Now we have something fun to do in school. Haha"

The group laughed when my own blood imprinted on the wall. The impulses pierced, making the pain rush up to my head. My hand grabbed onto my head in agony. Tears welled up in my eyes. My breathing pace became tempestuous. No. Not this again. 

I quickly shoved my hands in the pocket of my skirt to find a paper lunch bag. The shakiness of my trembling fingers caused me to drop it. The leader of the group noticed what I was going to do and picked the cheap crappy item. She squatted down and dangled it with a smirk plastered on her face. 

"Why am I experiencing this much fun right now?", Said the leader, Kim Areum. Suddenly, she giggled evilly like a madwoman. I tried to catch her off guard by trying my best to snatch that bag. I failed. Miserably. She stood upright and threw the bag in the recycled bin. Her eyes lingered at me. Then she left off, leading her group somewhere else. 

My knees stayed in contact with the baked crusty land that filled with scattered screes. Another part of my body wounded. Luckily, a spare bag was placed in my pocket. Hastily, I grabbed it and inhaled and exhaled in it. It went on for 5 minutes approximately. It felt like hell. 

Finally, my breathing rate calmed down and it was at its normal pace. My sturdy back leaned against the wall tiredly. The platelets covered the painful wound for me. Not letting any pathogens enter through. My eyes gazed at the imprinted blood on the wall. People would perhaps think it was some female students wiping period blood for the fun of it.

Carefully, I pushed my weary body up onto my struggling feet. The school uniform I wore was dirtied with dirt and mud. I had to wash it again for tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll be doomed for school. The teachers wouldn't care about their own students' situation. The greed they have by wanting their students to do well in school wasn't because they wanted them to do well in life. They only use those high grades for pride. To show off that they are worthy. 

The girls that abused me just now, were the top students in our school. So obviously, teachers didn't care about the dumbass ones. Teachers kept complimenting them so that they would maintain their high grades.