Miserable Monday
The Fortune Cookie
So…I’ve been inspired by the fact that exams are almost over and that I really really miss Sht Up Flower Boy Band. OTLXD SO HERE WE ARE
I’m only motivated nowadays if I can write for myself. But since I don’t have school, I’ll give it a go :D ENJOY!! I really feel like I was able to put my heart into this chappie, since much of it is autobiographical ohohoho :P (of course me and myungsoo go to school together didn't you know duh)
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You know those sleeps that knock you out, and you don’t remember what you did the day before? That’s exactly what happened to me. Yesterday seriously wore me out.
I stumbled out of bed at the beeping of my alarm clock. It took a few minutes for me gather my senses. Then I remembered.
“Don’t die.”
That guy’s smirk and glinting eyes haunted me. Who did he think he was, talking to me like that? I thought to myself as I pulled my straightening iron through my hair. I couldn’t shake his silent haughty attitude. And he totally made me feel like an idiot.
Huh, what’s new.
Ah, whatever, I pushed the nagging aside. With first impressions like that, it’s obvious we aren’t going to be friends anytime soon, so why even bother with him?
“Alright, Lia,” I coached my reflection, pulling back my hair into a clip. “Today is going to be a great day.” I took a deep breath, smiling at myself. But I could feel the strain it had on my mouth muscles to turn it upwards.
School was the hardest part of the day. And that’s an awful realization when you consider the fact that I’m a student and how much time I spend at school.
My family moved here to Seoula few months ago for my dad’s job. That and me being kind of shy is a perfect formula for the ‘new kid’ label. But, I’ve moved a lot before now, so I’m kind of used to it…but even then, that doesn’t mean I like it. I can’t help but have a pang in me when I see people who have friends and can laugh and talk naturally with each other…I guess it’s jealousy.
I crave it a lot sometimes, having someone to talk to. A friend who doesn’t care about my flaws but will listen to me on a bad day when I can just say whatever I need to…ah, that sounds so sappy, aish~
I circled a silver piece-of-heart locket around my neck, closing the rusty clasp.
To tell the truth, I don’t keep in touch with the friends who gave me this locket anymore. That saying “out of sight, out of mind” really is true…. But even if I’m not really friends with them anymore, wearing it reminds me that I once did have friends. I once was….normal? It gives me a little bit of strength—false strength in a way, but strength nonetheless.
Enough to get through the day.
“Alright! Hair, check. Uniform, check. Locket, check. Shoes, backpack, books, blah blah blah…” I shouldered my bag, giving up on my pep talk, and left out the door.
Here’s to another wasted Monday.
“Yah, are you serious!? How could she go out with that ?!” I heard a girlish shrieks echo in the locker room, as I tried to quietly to put on my gym uniform.
---“She’s from class 3B, he’s an Oppa from 2A! That’s like, unheard of!”
---“A geek like her with a guy like him? No doubt she bribed him.” The girl nodded seriously, convinced that she knew all the answers in the world.
“Cht.” I scoffed quietly. Why is everyone here so shallow? I frowned as I tied up my hair. “A girl like you gossiping about someone you know nothing about? That’s the norm!” I mimicked them under my breath, exiting the doors to the open gym.
I could see the boys coming from the opposite end. Everyone in the same gray uniforms shuffled towards the middle. Our teacher clapped his hands loudly to get our attention, even though the only ones talking were the girls.
“Alright everyone! Today it’s basketball, then laps.”
I silently cheered on the inside. At least it wasn’t something stupid like dodge ball or baseball, where I actually had to do something and feel stupid about it. True, I would have to go through the humiliation of being picked last for teams, but after that I can just run after the others up and down the court, pretending I’m actually participating. And laps—I can do that.
Already, the popular guys were forming two teams, picking the pretty girls, even though they couldn’t dribble a ball to save their lives. I crossed my arms over my chest, pretending to be bored and not care about this whole thing. But on the inside I wished for once someone would break out of their arrogant loser mold, and pick me.
But of course, I wouldn’t say so out loud. It was only a small wish, anyways.
Finally someone pointed to me, not even knowing my name, and I quickly walked over. I discovered I was with the gossip girls. Oh joy.
Suddenly the opening of doors sounded in the gym, and light broke through, and a figure walked through casually.
“Yah, student!” The gym teacher shouted. “Why are you so late!”
The student didn’t respond, and people moved to see who it was who dared not respond to the teacher.
The murmuring voice hushed as the footsteps of the student came closer.
I heard the student huff a sigh, then pause.
“Finest apologies, Sim.”
My stomach dropped at the sound of that deep, cutting voice. I had only heard it once, but one time was enough to know that it was my handsome new neighbor who was the student.
My gym class? Seriously? Out of all the classes I could have with him, it had to be gym? But I mean….that doesn’t matter or anything, since we are as good as strangers, even if we are neighbors…I suddenly looked away casually, shifting myself from the crowd towards the back.
“You don’t look familiar.” I could hear the teacher falter. I smirked. Even though I didn’t like the boys arrogant attitude, it gave me a little joy knowing that the coach was intimidated by this simple student.
I couldn’t see his expression, but I’m sure he was smirking or something. “I just moved here.”
His short sentences caught you off guard. Everything about him caught you off guard.
“Well, then! That’s acceptable this once,” the teacher said, clapping his hands again. “Tell us your name.”
“Lee Hyun Soo.”
“Well then….Hyun Soo-ah, join any team you like. We’re about to start a round of basketball, then run some laps. How do you like sports?”
“I don’t play sports.” He said shortly.
I couldn’t help but giggle. He sounded like a robot. A really cool, good-looking robot. So he was good looking and had a bad-boy aura about him. So what? I shrugged it off.
“Hyun Soo-oppa~ be on our team~” The gossip girls tip-toed towards him.
I couldn’t hide my disgust this time. “Can we just play the game?” I said out loud. I was at the point where I would actually rather play basketball with my ignorant classmates than watch the gossip girls gawk over “Oppa”. Who are they calling ‘oppa’ anyways….it’s obvious he’s our same age…maybe younger? Nah, same age.
“Miss Jang is right!” The coach clapped once again. “Divide your guards, lets go go go!”
I was surprised when Hyun Soo stayed in solitary place, hands in his pockets, staring everyone down. His eyes switched onto me.
My heart skipped a short beat when we met eyes.
I tried to read his blank face. Does he remember me? Probably not, and I don’t care I thought, looking away first, feeling proud.
I heard him say he didn’t play sports, but…he literally…. meant…it.
Our teacher was confused by this, too.
“Hyun Soo-ah, aren’t you going to play?” He started out with a inquisitive tone.
“No.” Was his curt response.
“Do you have an injury?”
“No.”
Teacher hung his mouth open. “Look, kid! I don’t know what you think you’re doing, coming in here with an attitude like that, and--!”
Hyun Soo wrinkled his face in disgust, turning away. “Aish, so noisy.” He ruffled his hair, and simply walked back out the door.
It had not even been 10 minutes into the class. I couldn’t help but watch him in awe along with the others. That kid was something else.
i really am excited about re-living the SUFBB days through this fic ahhh :'D
stay tuned for updates!! please comment below and let me know what you think :)
also, is there anyone who could maybe make me a graphic for this story later on? :D please message me thanks <33333
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