❛ The normals cry, the crazies laugh. ❜
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Five years ago, when Do Haru was nineteen years old, she witnessed a brutal murder in the forest near her grandmother's house. The killer was never caught, and Haru couldn't help the police since the assassi...
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She swam in words so sweet and ensnaring, without knowing that she was closing an eye on the reality.
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Class was about to commence, yet there was no sign of Yoongi anywhere. Jimin and Haru had already left the library and parted ways since there were only about five minutes left.
Haru sat at a semi-empty row in the back, where she and Yoongi would usually sit together. As she bit onto her nails anxiously, she pulled out her phone from her pocket and sent him a couple of messages.
Their first lesson of the day was chemistry and they were about to have a test, yet—even when the bell rang, indicating that anyone who stepped foot in class at moment or later was a goner—he still didn't make himself seen.
Yoongi hand't replied or even seen her texts, and she was beginning to feel worried for her friend.
Once chemistry class came to an end, Haru checked her phone again, but there was still no response, so she called Yoongi. Uselessly so because he never picked up. She had no other choice but to simply go to her clothes designing class and hope for the best.
The presentation ahead only made her hands shakier.
...
After her clothes designing class came to an end as well, she began making her way to meet Jimin at the lockers. Her was phone pressed again her ear, ringing continuously. She was hoping Yoongi would finally pick up since it was her third time calling him that day.
However, all of a sudden, someone nudged her in the shoulder, making her turn around as she slapped a hand over her chest in shock. Her heart stopped when she made eye contact with Hae-Im and Mina. This time their other minions seemed to be absent.
'W-what do you two want?' stammered Haru, unable to mask her unease.
The two bullies smirked, but before they could reply, Haru began running away. She called Yoongi and managed to send him another message; nevertheless, she was soon caught and cornered.
'Trying to run away?' Hae-Im chimed, tilting her head tauntingly. 'So Jimin and Yoongi were your models for the fucking project, huh? Why did you make them wear that trash? Poor boys, I bet you either paid or forced them.'
'Probably the latter, Onni! She is a poor schnorrer after all. Unless the boys would be satisfied with seven-thousand won or something!' Mina jeered, chortling even louder.
Tears blurred Haru's vision as she struggled to react, afraid that her voice would crack. 'I-I am not a s-schnorrer...'
Haru wasn't poor, she wasn't rich either, who were these snobs to assume things about her?
