THE BOARDING SCHOOL; SEASON TWO

[CHAPTER 10]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥; 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 10:                     Written by: @jungk00kyy

Y/n's POV

It was too much.
First the workshop, now the apartment?
It looked terrible.
All of our stuff were thrown on the floor, it was a huge mess, just like what happened earlier.
Jin himself was speechless, I couldn't hold it in anymore, and bursted into tears.
"Our things..." Jin said as we both started walking in, we had no idea where all of this came from.
I could see Jin's devastated face as he saw all of our destroyed clothes and stuff, this whole day was a nightmare.
"What are we going to do now" I cried as my voice was shaking, Jin was speechless.
"Nothing. This place is ruined completely. We can't pay to recover from all of this mess even with both of our money combined." Jin replied, making me lose hope even more.
All I wanted was to lay in my bed and take a rest from what happened in the workshop, but I guess it wasn't enough to whoever did this.
And we went through this all over again- calling the police and staying outside, as if we are homeless.
The police connected the dots and informed us that whoever did this broke the things with a crowbar, exactly as it was in the workshop.

I don't know what the hell these people want from me, but they ruined my life.
Jin and I stayed outside and went for a long walk as the police kept investigating the case.
I felt broken. Mad.
After a while, it started getting darker and colder.
I sat down on the bench as Jin was having a long conversation on the phone with his father.
I wondered how'd he react when he finds out what happened.
After the long call, Jin came back with a frustrated face.
"How was the conversation?" I asked curiously, knowing Jin's father isn't the nicest.
"There were a lot of yells. A lot of disagreement.
He said that I can stay and live with him for a while until we manage to figure things out, but... when I tried to ask him if you can stay too, he just got mad... I'm sorry" Jin said, he fought with his dad for me.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. I'll find a way to handle this, you can go to your dad's house" I said, I didn't want to drag Jin into my shit even more.
"No... I'm not leaving you here. What will you do? It's not like you have a home to return to" He said and I sighed.
"Well you don't need to remind me that Jin. I can handle things by myself... Just, go to your father's house. At least one of us will be okay" I said, but Jin still looked annoyed.

"Where are you going to stay then?" He asked, not letting go.
It took me a couple of seconds to think.
"At the storage of the workshop. They didn't get in there... I'll get my stuff and stay there for a while... it won't harm anyone" I answered but Jin still didn't have a satisfied expression.
"Where are you going to eat? Sleep?" He kept asking, I felt like I was in an investigation.
"At the storage. I still have a few money left for food... I'll stay there just for a couple of days, I promise. Just please, don't do this to yourself just because you don't want to stay there... "
I said back, Jin tried his best to help me.
"Alright... in the morning you can come to the restaurant to eat breakfast with us. I'll save you food for the rest of the day as well" Jin responded as I nodded slowly.
After hours of waiting outside, the police was finally done scanning our apartment.
Jin and I grabbed some of the clothes that weren't ruined, a toothbrush, and packed it all in a little bag.
I took the bus to the workshop while Jin was on his way to his father's house to get me a mattress and a blanket.
I took out my keys and opened the storage from the back door.
I turned on the lights, and thankfully nothing in there was destroyed.
There were still a few drawings left in there that I haven't touched in a while, at least not all of my work was thrown to the trash.

I sat down on the chair in there, I still couldn't believe what happened to me that day.
I pulled out my phone and was about to call my father for help, and when I called him, I realized I came to a point where I just kind of... gave up.
My father didn't even bother to pick up my call or get back to me. Neither did my mom.