LOVE ASSIGNMENT | DAHMO

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Body trembled under the covers of her bed when mister Lee knocked on the door, face buried in her pillow as she let her tears soak through the silk pillowcase.

"It is time, miss Ara," the man said in a low tone "Breakfast has been served, although I'm afraid we don't have much time. You need to be at school in less that fifteen minutes."

His voice sounded like white noise to the girl quietly sobbing, fingernails pushing into the skin of her arms and thighs as if she was trying to tear her flesh and get rid of it.

"Go away Lee, please." her voice wavered, breath hitching as the man closed the door and left.

All Dahyun wanted was to be alone, her and the terrible, ugly, and haunting memories of yesterdays events. With her damaged, filthy, and taken advantage of body. The body she used to to own and respect. That body wasn't hers anymore, she didn't want it.

"Suck it up, Ara!" her mother shouted from outside her door, heels clicking on the wooden floor "You made enough mess already."

"Of course, I made the mess." Dahyun scoffed as she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand.

Whimpering, she pushed herself off the bed, walking slowly and limping as she moved to open the curtains. Her legs were barely holding her and she felt nauseous all the time. The girl could barely look at herself in the mirror or undress to take a shower without tears threatening to spill from her brown orbs. Dahyun couldn't move properly, everything hurt and the feeling of hands roaming all over and invading her body had yet to fade away. She swore his breath was still fanning the side of her face as his hips thrust into her own, his hands still held her by the shoulders or wrists to pin her down on the ground. Dahyun hated it, everything, especially the fact that she couldn't get it off her mind. She hadn't slept at all, whenever her eyed closed her mouth opened and screams and cries for help escaped from it.

No matter the pain, she had to 'suck it up, her mother would never give her a break. Everything was for her father's reputation and now that she has been all over the news, putting his campaign in danger, she had to be the one and fix it. Pretend like nothing happened and show up to school where she would most likely face every angry friend and ex of Jaegyu, screaming at her for destroying his image and loosing his scholarship for the fancy high school he had chosen to go.

Dahyun sat in the car, head leaning against the thick glass as she looked down at her wrists, the once red marks of him holding her tightly onto the floor had turned into bruises. Her eyes were puffy and heavy as they fluttered closed, sleep taking over her for the first time in hours. She was so tired, lost, she didn't hear Lee calling out to her once they reached the school. The girl forced a smile to her face and walked out of the car, every step she took sending an awful amount of pain to her body.

The outside of the school was empty and Dahyun furrowed her eyebrows, most of the time students would sit on the steps near the entrance in large groups before the bell rang. However, she didn't pay much mind to it as she limped towards her locker. She was already late, the bell was about to ring and she had to get her ridiculously heavy books for the first period of physics.

"Hey, Dahyun." Jihyo said lowly, smiling at the girl as they walked side by side to their lockers.

"How come you're late too?" the girl asked, looking around to find Chaeyoung joining them too. Though it seemed like she was coming from the direction of the lockers, mouth agape and eyes wide as she walked slowly "Chae?"

"What's up?" Jihyo questioned too.

"Uh.." Chaeyoung pointed towards their lockers, all next to each other and the huge crowd gathered around them. Mostly Dahyun's.

"Momo," the girl said, watching the brunette's eyes shake as she sat back down on the bed "Are you alright?"

The crows was big, almost everyone from school were gathered around Ara Kim's locker and shouted. Their voices were loud, blending in with the bell ringing, urging everyone to go to class.

"This is fun," Myungsoo chuckled "She is going to get what deserves."

"Totally worth skipping school for," the girl said "But don't think coming with me is suddenly getting you on the top of my friends list. I still hate you."

"Aw come on! Can't we be like our mothers. They love each other so much~" he teased, hands moving to grab her face and playfully kiss her before getting slapped.

There were a lot of students outside of school that had come from all over town to witness the first confrontation of Ara Kim. Everyone was sure she had lied about what happened to her. Besides, Jaegyu claimed she was the one to harass him, yet he was being kicked out of the school.

"Shut up, here she comes." Momo whispered, glancing behind her back to see students shouting names at her and banging on lockers.

"Momo!"Dahyun shouted "Are you okay?" she pushed her wheelchair near the edge of the bed.

"I'm so sorry." was the only thing the brunette mumbled, the hands gripping tightly at her hair now punching her skull.

"About what?" the younger reached to grab Momo's hands, bringing her down to her lap "Momo, talk to me."

And there she was, Ara Kim, walking slowly with her friends by her side and looking lost. Her eyes widened and hands flew to her mouth as she faced the angry students by her locker, some of them attaching hateful notes on it.

"A slut with good acting skills. She has a bright future ahead of her." Momo turned to Myungsoo, laughing quietly before the man started shouting her words.

Soon enough, the big crowd around Dahyun's locker shouted Momo's statement. No one cared about being late to class as they watched the poor girl's expression change from pure horror to sadness, tears welling up in her eyes as her gaze fell on the brunette between many students. The girl smiled bitterly at Momo, nodding her head while the first tears spilled from her orbs, hand clutching to a certain piece of jewelry. Dahyun looked away, trying to run away but failing and asking for the help of her friends to get away from the scene before completely disappearing.

Momo looked into the worried eyes of Dahyun, regret twisting her insides. She could see the face of eighth grader Dahyun crying and wincing in pain after every step she took as she hurried away from the crowd of people crushing the only bit of self-esteem she had left. And Momo's past self felt no remorse until now. Until she realized she was one of the reasons of her friend's pain, the pain she struggled to get over all by herself.

"A slut with good acting s-skills.." the brunette's voice broke, trailing off when Dahyun's worried expression softened.

The younger nodded, pushing her wheelchair away from Momo. She took a deep breath in and smiled, a smile similar to the one she flashed years ago.

"It was you, the angry looking brunette." she said lowly.