Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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Park YoonJae was a coward. He hid behind his large ego and bullied helpless people. Shin wondered why people stooped so low when it came to matters of love and rejection. Harming their rivals for a momentary, transient satisfaction when they themselves knew that it was ludicrous. Shin's head ached from the amounts of water he had in his nose and the stiffness in his neck.
The class was empty when he managed to get back. Shin's appetite had disappeared, filling the pit of his stomach with an oily residue of leftover fears. He curled up on his seat, strategically spreading his notes over the desk so no one would bother him.
The chair in front of him move and Shin flinched. "Yoo YooChan," he half whispered, "you scared me."
"Shinnie mouse? Why are you crying?"
"I am not."
"And who did this to you?" YooChan grabbed Shin's hand and pushed it down, tilting his head to look at the purple bruises on Shin's neck. "Don't even think about lying--"
Shin drew his collar higher. "Nothing much... the tap broke..."
"The taps don't break here, Tae Shin. Who did it?" The blond said, reaching into his breast pocket for a handkerchief. "I don't think you'd willingly get in trouble."
"Please, it's nothing."
YooChan didn't buy the excuse, but he didn't pry it any further. He raised his hands over his head and yawned instead, dramatically, before slumping down beside Shin with a loud sigh. "So, Shinnie mouse refuses to speak. What a shame. Nice ring by the way," he leaned down, face close to Shin. YooChan was a being of iridescent holiness, honey blond hair and forest coloured eyes that speak of lovely wonderlands. His lips however, were perpetually hooked upwards in a shallow, teasing grin that seemed to taunt. Flirt with their patience. Challenge their minds to set up a new record of tolerating YooChan's nonsense.
Frankly, the boy was an entertainer but Shin didn't wish to be entertained.
Chan's finger hooked the silver chain around Shin's neck and pulled it, taut against his skin.
"It's my Eomma's," Shin replied, hastily scrambling to get YooChan's hands off his ring.
Chan exhaled a laugh. "I knew it, we're both the same."
"Eh?"
"Let me guess the story. Asshole father and a dead or estranged mother. Isn't it?"
"Yes... pretty much." Shin frowned at the truth in his classmate's words. Was it always so easy to put his past in a broken sentence?
