Variant // 01
// Series
Slice of life; Angst
"Yah, wanna die?" "I wouldn't mind since it's you" "Are you crazy" "Just a little bit"
For atenais_pala's birthday!
Encounter
Slowly parking his motor bike, he walked to the long metal gates of Myung Moon high. The rusty bars creaked as a small breeze came by and touched his side. Seung Hyun heaved a sigh and reached for the cool metal blade inside his pocket. He had gotten it from the police officer that day and kept it close to him since.
The wind blew his newly cut hair gently. Seung Hyun looked up to the sky and noticed the small puffs of clouds were scattered in the everlasting blue atmosphere.
He could hear the students chattering and laughing from the classroom window in the second floor. Going up the dirty staircase, he couldn’t help but groan in frustration.
Seung Hyun hadn’t had a decent amount of sleep in over a year. He had seen the sun rising so many times from his bedroom window that it would be strange if he missed it every morning.
Upon arriving at the busy class room, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was too noisy for his own good. And the craving for a smoke didn’t help a bit. It certainly didn’t help when the obnoxious girl practically sit on Seung Hyun’s lap with an obtuse grin.
“Oppa, am I preety?” she asked with that annoying high pitched voice.
“Fuck off” he replied, calm and collected like the boy always.
“Yah! Choi Seung Hyun!” she yelled out before slapping Seung Hyun across the face and huffing off.
Not worth it.
He was just so tired of coming to a place that didn’t make sense at all. Seung Hyun was never bright at his studies so what’s the point of coming here anyways?
He needed money.
Taking a pencil out from my black bag, he begin to scribble words vigorously. This is something he did often. It would usually end up being small raps or songs about random ideas. But it was mostly about Seung Hyun’s life and just the stupidity around him.
No, he was not suicidal but he can never find the real point that god had sent him to the world.
“Good morning class, put your homework out at the side of your desk and pay attention in the front” the teacher said, interrupting my thoughts.
As usual, Seung Hyun didn’t bother with finishing the assignments so he just looked up front where the teacher was standing with his arm supporting his chin.
“Where is your homework, Seung Hyun?” he asked as stood beside my desk. Seung Hyun shrugged and then came the expected bash from his agenda book. The bastard never gets tired.
“Detention, after school” he simply stated before making his way around the classroom collecting those damn papers.
Like the hell I am gonna come.
“Now, class, we have a new student. Ji Yong, you can come in” my teacher called out towards the door.
And so he came.
He had pale skin and rusty red hair. The boy was fairly thin that Seung Hyun can guarantee he weighed less than the boy he saw last week. He had two piercings in his right years that dangled loosely with the brown strands. The boy had his tie loosely adjusted around his neck and his name tag improperly stuck on.
Their eyes met and Seung Hyun knew he was trouble. Those daring pupils had to mean some kind of a challenge. When the boy offered that grin, he couldn’t help but growl in disgust. It was something about the red haired boy that made the other angry and he just had to be in his class.
“This is Kwon Ji Yong. He is going to get his diploma due to some personal reason at his old school,” the teacher explained.
“Please take care of me” he spoke in broken Korean but instead of bowing like everybody else, he offered the peace sign with his fingers.
With that, everyone clapped and Seung Hyun can hear the girls swooning over him already. What is this, a fashion show?
“You can take that seat” the teacher instructed Kwon Ji Yong to the one in front of Seung Hyun’s.
But as the boy took a seat, the other received a note.
Go out with me, and it’s not a choice.
Slice of life; Angst
"Yah, wanna die?" "I wouldn't mind since it's you" "Are you crazy" "Just a little bit"
For atenais_pala's birthday!
Encounter
Slowly parking his motor bike, he walked to the long metal gates of Myung Moon high. The rusty bars creaked as a small breeze came by and touched his side. Seung Hyun heaved a sigh and reached for the cool metal blade inside his pocket. He had gotten it from the police officer that day and kept it close to him since.
The wind blew his newly cut hair gently. Seung Hyun looked up to the sky and noticed the small puffs of clouds were scattered in the everlasting blue atmosphere.
He could hear the students chattering and laughing from the classroom window in the second floor. Going up the dirty staircase, he couldn’t help but groan in frustration.
Seung Hyun hadn’t had a decent amount of sleep in over a year. He had seen the sun rising so many times from his bedroom window that it would be strange if he missed it every morning.
Upon arriving at the busy class room, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was too noisy for his own good. And the craving for a smoke didn’t help a bit. It certainly didn’t help when the obnoxious girl practically sit on Seung Hyun’s lap with an obtuse grin.
“Oppa, am I preety?” she asked with that annoying high pitched voice.
“Fuck off” he replied, calm and collected like the boy always.
“Yah! Choi Seung Hyun!” she yelled out before slapping Seung Hyun across the face and huffing off.
Not worth it.
He was just so tired of coming to a place that didn’t make sense at all. Seung Hyun was never bright at his studies so what’s the point of coming here anyways?
He needed money.
Taking a pencil out from my black bag, he begin to scribble words vigorously. This is something he did often. It would usually end up being small raps or songs about random ideas. But it was mostly about Seung Hyun’s life and just the stupidity around him.
No, he was not suicidal but he can never find the real point that god had sent him to the world.
“Good morning class, put your homework out at the side of your desk and pay attention in the front” the teacher said, interrupting my thoughts.
As usual, Seung Hyun didn’t bother with finishing the assignments so he just looked up front where the teacher was standing with his arm supporting his chin.
“Where is your homework, Seung Hyun?” he asked as stood beside my desk. Seung Hyun shrugged and then came the expected bash from his agenda book. The bastard never gets tired.
“Detention, after school” he simply stated before making his way around the classroom collecting those damn papers.
Like the hell I am gonna come.
“Now, class, we have a new student. Ji Yong, you can come in” my teacher called out towards the door.
And so he came.
He had pale skin and rusty red hair. The boy was fairly thin that Seung Hyun can guarantee he weighed less than the boy he saw last week. He had two piercings in his right years that dangled loosely with the brown strands. The boy had his tie loosely adjusted around his neck and his name tag improperly stuck on.
Their eyes met and Seung Hyun knew he was trouble. Those daring pupils had to mean some kind of a challenge. When the boy offered that grin, he couldn’t help but growl in disgust. It was something about the red haired boy that made the other angry and he just had to be in his class.
“This is Kwon Ji Yong. He is going to get his diploma due to some personal reason at his old school,” the teacher explained.
“Please take care of me” he spoke in broken Korean but instead of bowing like everybody else, he offered the peace sign with his fingers.
With that, everyone clapped and Seung Hyun can hear the girls swooning over him already. What is this, a fashion show?
“You can take that seat” the teacher instructed Kwon Ji Yong to the one in front of Seung Hyun’s.
But as the boy took a seat, the other received a note.
Go out with me, and it’s not a choice.