𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 | wheesa ✓

03 | she's the silence of a thousand words

NOTE ; the OCs for the antagonists in this story are Kim Jieun, Lee Eunkyung, and Cho Hayeon.

anyone irl who has these names is purely coincidental

idk if ill regret this or not

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She's as loud as the silence,
as broken as glass.
Yet beneath her walls,
she's as beautiful 
as the colours she paints herself.
But too broken 
to see it.

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"Sunseng-nim?" Wheein calls out softly, finding herself to be knocking on the door to her art teacher's classroom. It was finally afterschool hours of school, and most times Wheein would be on her way to her art classroom as she found her art teacher to be someone that she could communicate with easily than all of her other teachers. She felt lucky to be able to have a close adult to talk with, while also earning some money for herself.

Most times, the art classroom would be left a whole mess from previous classes, and so Wheein would assist into cleaning up the classroom until it was spotless as it can potentially be. She has always said to not be given credit for tidying up the remaining mess from students, so fortunately her teacher𑁋Miss Kim Hyoyeon𑁋always has an available ear to listen to her. It was always on specific days that she had been given this kind of opportunity𑁋Monday and Thursday𑁋and she was especially an exception since her mother used to be close with her art teacher before she passed away.

The door unlocks with a loud click that felt as if it had echoed across the whole entire empty hallway of the school, swinging open slowly and revealing a seemingly disheveled Hyoyeon𑁋Wheein assumed all of her students had important projects to tend to.

"Wheein, you know you don't need to refer to me formally, right?" Hyoyeon teases, stepping aside to let Wheein inside of her classroom. Wheein places her backpack on one of the desks, flattening out her clothes and rolling up her sleeves. Hyoyeon gazes at the girl for a moment, a small smile on her face. "Kids had a whole entire clay project today. Not surprised that no one bothered to clean up after themselves."

Wheein feels a shy grin form on her face, "Y-Yeah, I know. It's just a habit, I guess."

"I've known you practically your whole life, honey, there's no need to refer to me formally unless it's school hours, okay?" Hyoyeon places a comforting hand on Wheein's shoulder, giving a light squeeze of reassurance. "How was school today?"

Wheein grabs a dry cloth from one of the storage cabinets next to her, walking over to one of the sinks that were at the back of the classroom. She holds the cloth under some lukewarm water for a moment, squeezing some of the excess water out before laying it out on one of the closest desks.

She continues to talk while wiping over the desks, "School was okay; like any normal day."

"How's your grandmother? Have you been looking after her well?" Hyoyeon asks, dampening a cloth of her own to assist Wheein into cleaning the tables.

Wheein stays silence for a considerable amount of time as she allows her arm to glide over the table, wiping off the leftover dried clay. The question immediately makes her mind drift off to her grandmother, and for a moment, she could feel some tears form on her eyelids, stinging her eyes. Throughout the years, she had to witness her grandmother working hard to be able to provide for Wheein𑁋her father left with most of their money, and he was never found to be charged with the death of her mother. And now she wondered to herself, what in the world will happen to her once her grandmother is gone? Will she have to fend for herself?