𝑰'𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑳

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☆ Lee Tae-Moon ☆

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The rest of his classes went by rather quickly. The teen appreciated the peace presented throughout the morning. It was refreshing after such a hectic month. Now that he's not working, Tae-Moon can fully focus on his school work- which hasn't been going easy due to being a little behind on his studies.

He is currently walking down the halls of Jae-Won High. It's lunch period, the best time to execute his plan of ignoring Vasco and Jay.

A pit of anxiety and guilt began to develop deep within his stomach. He didn't want to go through with his actions. A part of him just wanted to come clean. The dark haired male hated how many secrets he was keeping. He just wanted to yell out the top of his lungs and free himself of the guilt and shame. His soul felt plagued and horribly troubled.

Tae-Moon was greatly taken advantage of and beaten down by Dagyum, Goo, and Gun. He was harassed and touched in some places that caused his stomach to churn and feel sick.

At the end of every shift, he was thinking everything was normal and okay. It seemed like nothing was new. He had to be okay dealing with criminals and crime. Guests and VIPs forced him to partake in drugs as he endures the games they played.

A chill ran down his spine.

He felt utterly gross.

The student was angry with himself because of how docile and much of a push over he is.

After quiting and the small fight he had with Goo and Gun, he thought over everything.

A part of him was scared.

What if Vasco or Jay turned out that way? Jay is rich like Gun and Goo- Vasco literally has a gang like them. Anyone could become like them...

Tae-Moon turned away from the cafeteria doors and towards another hall. At the end is a staircase leading up.

Maybe I should just eat on the roof...

The teen didn't want to chicken out.

But upon looking into the glass of the cafeteria doors, he felt inclined too.

So, after taking a deep breath, he quickly made his way to the stairs. He then walked up them and put a little brick in between the door and frame. Tae-Moon would really be in the weeds if he was locked out.

It's serene outside. The air is crisp and ashy clouds blanket the sky. A smooth breeze whispered in his ear and kissed lightly on his skin. He shivered but sat down on a platform like bench. A feeling of gratitude warmed his senses. It was all thanks to Mr. Park that he has a fluffy and thick sweater to wear.

Tae-Moon smiled softly as he unpacked his lunch.

He ate the all food and drank his juice box with a contented look upon his face. This is what he yearned for. He dreamt every night while in the juvenile detention, all of the dreams surrounding freedom.

The boy could now relate to the birds of which fly freely above him.

Of course, part of him still felt trapped... left behind.

A piece of himself was missing. His memories are muddled and past filled with nothing but questions.

Perhaps... I could snoop through Mr. Park's office...