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Act II, Scene 2

Someone, who comes to the best high school in Seoul for the first time, can tell that it is a day like every other.

The students, dressed in neat uniforms, are walking around the corridor talking happily about every possible topic. Some of them are sitting on the benches that are placed here and there while eating homemade meals, sharing it with friends. But there is that one person,that doesn't fit in this bucolic mood.

Lonely, sad boy sits at his seat in class, in almost complete silence, eating his meagre lunch. If you can call and apple and rice with butter a lunch. And it isn't like his family can't afford him anything better, more notorious. No. He is just banned from some things that are present at home. His stepmother said that she didn't want to waste food on him, so the slim teen has to settle for what is left for him in available part of the kitchen.

However he never said about it to anybody, about what's happening in his house. He doesn't have anyone for it. Since he remembers everyone see his older brother in him, the boy who made fun of hurting other people, who is know as cheater and liar. No one believes him, when he says that he's different from him. Seeing how people look at him, never mentioned that he himself was a victim of his brother's doing. No matter how it is, everyone that looks at him through prism of siblings, keeps away from him, not wanting to do anything with him.

No one bullied him, if we want to talk about it. But maybe SeokJin would rather wants to have bullies. It's not like he wants to feel pain, to got hurt, but that way he wouldn't be ignored by everyone. Because being treated like an invisible hurts more than it seems.

His eyes land on class's door, where appears the unseparable group of friends. He feels an unpleasant sting of jelousy in his haert. He is always like this, when he sees like everyobdy exept him has their loved ones. It isn't like hi doesn't want to have friend ot he didn't tried to gain them. It's just that everybody shown him that they wouldn't touch him with a stick, even if he was one of the last two living people on the world. 

What he has left then? Watching the others implicitly.

So he's looking, from under his dark bangs, at the six boys, who took their seats. 

Kim TaeHyung, the only one who's younger than SeokJin by around one month, is making dumb faces at YoonGi, the second oldest. Min ignores  younger friend, like he does it for last one and a half of a year, after he had tried to explain to the boy to stop behaving like this, for one year before. 

Like we can see, it isn't working. 

Two September boys, NamJoon and older than him by not full two weeks, JeongGuk, are debating fiercely about math exam. Well, at least it looks like this from the side. In fact, Kim is trying to explain anything as fast as possible to the older, juts so Jeon could pass.

The last pair is talking calmly. Younger than NamJoon, but older than SeokJin and TaeHyung, JiMin, enthusiastically tells HoSeok, who's the oldest of the group, about his ballet classes, when the other talks about stories from classes, when he's practicing his beloved street dance. Both of them are zealous dancers and with joy they have taken the opportunity about the classes that the school offers.

SeokJin is also aware, that despite of the slight split, that someone can observe in this moment, the whole group is sticking together and often goes out after school. The boy had seen them in the city more than once, when he's going home from the library or his long walks. 

These are another moments, when Kim sees the enormous contrast between him and HoSeok. Jung always is with a bunch of sincere friends, while SeokJin day by day loses hope that he will find even one in his life.

In many ways they are like reflections. He, an always lonely boy, who his whole lofe is dreaming only about a tiny bit of kindness, and the other one, a boy who always has someone beside him, someone who's taking care of him.

Oh, how much Kim envies him. However, he knows and reminds himself every time, when thoughts like this come to him, that there is no point of being jelous of something tha he knows he will never be able to have.