Lost in Translation Drabbles

SA- Insanity (Minwon)

[WARNING! PLEASE READ!; THIS FAN FICTION CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT SOME MIGHT NOT LIKE. THIS HAS TRIGGER WARNINGS! I WILL NOT STOP YOU FROM READING AT YOUR OWN WILL I AM ONLY WARNING YOU. IT CONTAINS; VIOLENCE, SUICIDE, FOUL LANGUAGE (ALOT) AND BULLYING! TAKE CARE PLEASE!]

Jaewon Pov

The pain is worth it... he's loves me, right? He didn't mean to... it's nothing but a small bruise... right? He won't do it again...

that's what they all say

Tuesday 9:32am

Tuesday class have never been my favourite... math, then chemistry.... Same old crap every time. Except, he's in my classes so it makes it all worth it, if you take away the fact he acts like he doesn't know me... like we are total strangers between 8:30 and 3:20 but the second we step out of those school ground... he's utterly infatuated with me.

Is this normal? Is this sane?

I sit in the same spot along the wall gazing out the window, it's spring, so the leaves slowly fall off the trees and get carried away as the wind blow softly carrying them along to touch the ground. The teacher is babbling about the same thing as last week, linear equations. We get it.Before I noticed my chair had been kicked out from under me mid-way through sighing, I gasped for air, shock ran through my body as I fell back and under the desk behind me to see a familiar blue and pink haired, ass hat smirking at me, the room goes silent as everyone looks over as I lean up hitting my head on the desk I'm under with a grunt."Why the fuck did you do that?!" I say with a timid growl standing up and lifting my chair to stand up right.

"What did you say?" He stands up from his desk as I take a harsh gulp feeling it travel right down the back of my throat like sandpaper. At this point, everyone is staring as he grabs the front of my shirt close to the second top button."I said, Minsung, why the fuck did you do that?"He raised his fist as I bit down on my lip harshly before students separate and pry us apart."Both of you. Sit down or its out of my god damn class!" He yells from the front board. We both shake off the students holding us back from each other as we sit back down.A few hours go by with the occasional chair kick."I'm surprised that they allow me to have a goddamn chair, three chair legs snapped in the past two weeks!" I grumble softly keeping my head on the desk.The door blows open and closed as the school corridor acts as a wind tunnel, papers blow off desk as the teacher rushes and closes the door before speaking clearly."It seems like a bad storm tonight. Walk home carefully." He says seconds before the bell rings through the school. The sound of chairs scraping against the hardwood floors is heard before shoes, so many shoes, clattering as they collide with the floor tiling.

I'm left alone in the classroom as the students leave; I dread going home in the rain. With my bag packed, I get up hearing my phone ting in my pocket. The sound I hated more than thunder, was that particular text tone. It sounded like a knife being dragged across a dinner plate and it made me feel a sharp pain right through the heart. I took a harsh gulp before grabbing out the phone and switching on the lockscreen, four missed messages: crap.

'Him 💋'

I'm waiting out the front.

Sent at 3:22pm

Hello?

Sent at 3:24pm

I'm not going to wait all day in the damn rain

Sent at 3:26pm

Get home yourself.

Sent at 3:30pm

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding in. God it didn't seem bad, right? Wrong. I walked out of the class with my bag on my back, walking out the front gates water puddles everywhere and rain falling heavier by the second. I walked down the small three step stairs and into water.