(empty classroom)
*Sighs*
I push back my messy hair strands while lying on the desk.
As the soft sun rays fall on my cold skin, for the first time in a while it feels like something warm surrounds me.
I walk out of my desk and face the window to look down on the playground full of people, my classmates. Everyone is scattered all around the field, talking and laughing waiting for the teacher. Yet there is this particular crowd around him.
Not just girls, boys like him a lot too.
Now that I think back, there was nothing about him that was supposed to be hated. Leaving that one thing he shouldn't have said.
I stepped back when I heard my heart pounding like crazy within my rib cage. Is it just my imagination or is he really looking straight at me, in this classroom on the third floor of all the others?
I walked back to my desk, sweat slipping down my temple.
My heart pounds not for the rush of love on my nerves as one might naturally assume but because of the rush of fear.
Shit.
I unattentively press my forehead a bit too hard to realize my palm is coldly anxious.
Only if I had behaved well back then...
*
(8 years ago, elementary school)
"Look, in-sung, you look so much better"
I say showing him the mirror.
He grits his teeth harder this time.
"Are you angry now?"
Kim says pushing In-sung's head back.
The others lose their grip on him and he falls to the ground.
We all laugh in unison while he rubs off all the makeup we applied to his face.
He did not cry this time as well.
He just never cries.
"Yo, in-sung"
I don't know what got into me but I ran up to him and pushed him back to the ground and got hold of his collar.
It was so easy to bully him since he was so timid and weak but it was equally as harder to make him cry.
"You are a loser, an absolute loser!"
I shouted my lungs out while I sat over him, almost tearing apart his collar in the process.
"No, you are"
He said in a low voice.
My eyes remained unshaken at his lips.
In the next instant, my punch landed on his cheeks.
It was harder than I intended it to be but I could not contain my anger.
I rose up and ran out of the otherwise empty classroom.
*
(Present day)
I shouldn't have punched him.
I hear footsteps advancing closer out in the corridor.
The door to this room slides open.
"Min-seo, the PT teacher is looking for you. You'll have to manage without the PT uniform until the school provides it for you new students"
A girl from our class, whose name I haven't had the chance to know. says before running back.
*heavy sigh*
I shouldn't have acted like a brat back then no matter what my reasons were.
I walk out of the classroom with slow steps.
"you better watch out there"
I heard her chuckle before she ran down the stairs like a hurricane.
But most importantly, I shouldn't have bullied him back then.
TO BE CONTINUED
(A/N: I AM HERE TO WRITE SILLY PLOTS, NOT SOME SERIOUS WRITER)