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Yeosang- From The Brightest Lie To The Darkest Truth

Kang Yeosang.

Your school's 'it' boy. Brains? Looks? Personality? Money? Name it, he had it all, and in the best versions.

He was so popular among both the guys and girls. He was also a model student; teachers would often swoon over him as well. He also came from one of the richest families in the entire city; his father was a famous politician.

Your high school was quite a prestigious one; your mother often reminded you how that place was made for the elites. And it was true, your schoolmates had all kinds of incredible backgrounds. Sons and daughters of famous doctors, prosecutors, business owners just to name a few. They were rich, spoilt and arrogant but were masters at hiding those qualities of theirs under a gentle pretense; sophistication.

There was always this veil of superiority around them and perhaps that was the reason you could never blend in with them.

You were one of the few students who had been awarded a scholarship; students called it the school's 'charity work'. An initiative done for the sole purpose of keeping the institute's name high and almighty, portraying their fairness and non-discrimination.

In fact, that's why students like you ended up being the dirty, black sheep in a herd of white, sparkling white. And the students never failed to point it out.

They didn't physically or verbally bully anyone; not because the act in itself was wrong, but because they couldn't steep as low as the 'commoners'.

However; they isolated you, utterly. They wouldn't talk to you or even acknowledge your presence. It was miserable, really. So much so that sometimes you'd rather want to be actually bullied.

You were a bright and cheerful person but they had completely broken you. You blended in with shadows; not interacting with anyone around you. You never talked, unless you were asked to. And from a certain point, you didn't feel anything anymore, you were getting used to it; you felt empty.

You, now, found yourself spending your days, painstakingly counting down to your graduation. You wanted to get out of that horrible place.

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It was a normal evening for you. You had just finished your shift at your part-time job, a little later than usual. You locked up the shop and started to walk home.

You plugged in your earphones, hoping to drown out the unnecessary city noises that surrounded you. You walked with your head down, something you had gotten accustomed to at school. Thereby, you didn't hear or see the males in front of you. You had only noticed them when your eyes fell onto three pairs of shoes barricading your way.

You raised your head. They definitely looked like delinquents. Fear started to creep in to you.

You pulled out one of your earphones.

"Can I help you?" You questioned, with the calmest voice you could fake.

Their sharp glares and frightening expressions were only making you more restless.

"You could definitely help." One of them said as they suddenly grabbed your arm.

Your heart rate was sky-rocketing, you could have passed out from all of the anxiety you were feeling.

"I-I'll give you all the money I-I have! P-Please don't hurt me!" You pleaded.

"Whatever amount of money you have on you, is insignificant." His deep voice was terrifying. "So, you'll help in another way."

One of them covered your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries for help as they dragged you into a dark alley.

Tears were streaming down your face. Was that it? Were you just going to die like that?