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Jongin sniffs silently, he pulls his scarf higher until it covers the lower half of his face, he also pulls down his snapback, low enough for people to unable to see his red, swollen eyes. He tries not to make any sound as warm liquid streams down his cheek before being absorbed to the scarf. He keeps his eyes on the ground and fortunately there arenât many people on the sidewalk, or else he wouldâve bumped to someone.
He shivers as he feel the cold wind being especially unfriendly today, pinching his bone, making him craving for the warmth of his blanket with a glass of hot chocolate. Someone bumps his shoulder lightly and mutters a quick âsorryâ before continuing on walking. Jongin unconsciously grits his teeth, wondering why everyone is being so mean to him. Everything seems to be annoying to him, even the way that kid a few meters in front of him walks makes him want to punch him in the face.
Itâs bitter, really. The memories of being pushed and pulled here and there out of nothing, just because some kids thought that it was âfunâ to have someone smaller in pain. He recalls his head being drowned in the filthy toilet before the kids flushed it and laughed while kicking his stomach. He couldâve sworn that he didnât do anything wrong, heâs always that silent kid who does nothing wrong, yet heâs always that silent kid whoâs being cornered every day for no reasonâeven though the bullies have reasons, theyâre just, âyouâre tanner,â or, âyouâre small,â or, âyouâre ugly,â or âyou deserve this.â
What makes him deserve it when all he does all day is sitting in the corner of the classroom, struggling to keep his distance with anyone is safe, not wanting to makes anyone annoyed? He always feels the world spins too fast for him to keep up, it confuses him to no end because the world is being so unfair. Why is it always the kid who does nothing that gets treated badly?
The wind gets colder and Jongin instinctively shoves his hands into his jacketâs pockets, only to feel his broken glasses in one of them. He closes his eyes, trying to control his anger even though he canât do anything about that. No one would care if he explodes or if he tries to explain. No one. Itâs practically no one. No one would listen to such a small, ugly kid like him (or at least he thinks).
Despite craving for blankets and a cup of hot chocolate, he canât go home now. He has to go to the dance studio for a lesson. Itâs so unfortunate that his school doesnât have a dance club. If only thereâs one, his life wouldnât be like this.
He enters the studio and it feels warmer that he lifts his face. Heâs about to take off his snapback when he receives a hard punch on the arm, and he quickly snaps his head to see who did that. All he sees is Sehun beside him with this naughty grin on his face and he quickly punches him back, albeit a bit lighter. Sehun giggles, but it disappears as he sees Jonginâs red and swollen eyes. His expression turns to a worried one and he grips Jonginâs shoulder.
âHey, did you just cry?â he asks in genuine concern, obvious lisp in his voice.
âI donât think I can join the class today,â Jongin says, trying to avoid the subject as he takes out his broken glasses. One of the frames is fractured and it canât keep the lens in place. Sehun stares at the poor thing before sighing at Jongin. âI know, everythingâs blurry.â
âWhat happened at school?â Sehun asks again, his voice sounds a bit stern this time. It only makes Jongin wants to cry harder, Sehun doesnât know how much it means to him to have someone who actually cares about him. But Kim Jongin has this pride of not to be caught crying in public, so he holds himself.
Jongin forces a smile, he puts his broken glasses back in the pocket and turns on his heel. âTell Hyukjae hyung I canât join his class today.â
Disappointment rains upon him because Sehun doesnât stop him as how he wanted Sehun to, because that kid is usually stubborn and his curiosity level is as high as the stars. Jongin keeps on walking, but right when he reaches the door, Sehun calls, âJongin!â
Sehun is his friend and the least he can do is at least responding to his call, so he stops and turns his head to see Sehun, still standing in his place, his expression somehow shows worry, mixed with a hint of anger. âIâm going to your house after practice! Donât lock your room!â
Jongin smiles, a genuine one this time. âYeah. See you.â
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