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...
Choi Jongho. November 12th, 1980. | Wednesday, 10:45 AM.
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The chilly weather didn't bother Jongho as he limped his way to school, nose bloodied, lip busted, and shirt filthy with dirt as he had finished fighting some kids that were in his way. Jongho immediately could tell they weren't from his school as their uniforms were all various hues, but that didn't matter to him. He tried to avoid them, tell them to fuck off, and let him walk around them with no trouble, but they wouldn't let him leave. All he wanted to do was get to school on time, which failed since he's two hours late because of those troublesome boys.
Jongho grunts as he opens the door to the school building, rubbing his hand under his throbbing nose, smearing the blood across his upper lip and cheek. The hallways were deserted, eerily silent as he trudged his way to the nurse's office. He wasn't surprised as everyone would be in class, learning or taking a quiz, something he wanted to do if it wasn't for those boys blocking his pathway.
He pushes the door open without a knock, catching sight of the nurse bandaging a first year's knee, most likely falling on his way to school or up the stairs. Eunhye turns her attention from the first-year student, her cheerful smile dropping at the sight of Jongho and his bloodied state. "You can go now," She softly says to the boy, lightly patting his back before pointing a finger to the bed for Jongho to sit on. "Again?"
"You're actin' as if I asked for this," Jongho grumbles, flinching when she presses a cotton ball to the corner of his eyebrow, cleaning the mud and blood.
As she was cleaning his face, she complained about his attendance and his constant behavior with the other students, to which Jongho primarily ignored, blanking out throughout her entire scolding. "Yuna can't always bail you out of suspension, and from being expelled all the time. You have to start fixing yourself and your grades, Jongho-ah."
"Yep." He muttered continually through her lecture, rolling his eyes when Eunhye began to complain about him not listening to her advice. "Are you finished?"
Eunhye sighs heavily, shaking her head in disappointment before shutting the first-aid kit. "Yes. You may go to class, Jongho-ah." Jongho simply nodded, rising from his spot, and walked out of the room without another word, going upstairs to his classroom.
Throughout the whole day, students from different grades bothered him. He'd walk down the stairs, and they'll be a group of boys in the middle of the stairwell to terrorize him. He'd walk to the bathroom, and they'll be a gang of boys surrounding him. He'd go to the library with Yeosang, and end up clenching some kid by the collar of his shirt against the wall for tripping the older brunette.
"Ah, Jongho-ah," Yeosang gently grabs Jongho's arm, tugging him away from the boy. "It's alright... I'm okay. Sannie is waiting for us upstairs, we have to go."
