Hanuel’s POV

I was on my way home when I realized my book was still in class. I scolded myself for being so forgetful as I made my way back to class. I saw a bunch of guys at the door, laughing. I was about to make my way over when I heard banging and yelling.

“PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR FOR ME!!!!” The voice shouted. The voice sounded familiar, but who was it?

“Bark and I’ll consider.” One of them said.

How sick of him.

“Not going to do it. Fine then. Bye bye~” He waved.

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” The voice said.

How pathetic. How can anyone go so low? Was he that desperate to get out? Besides, anyone with a brain would know such bullies would not let him out even if he is on his knees.

“ARE YOU A SICK DOG!?” The fellow kicked the door.

How mean can these people get?

“WOOF WOOF!!” I heard the voice bark. I could hear the humiliation in his voice. It was heartbreaking, honestly.

“Very good!” The idiots outside clapped.

“Here’s your phone. Enjoy your stay!” They laughed and threw a phone onto the ground.

Of course, as predicted.

I glared at them as they walked passed me.

“What are you looking at!?” One of them yelled into my face.

“YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The voice yelled.

I smirked and shook my head as I walked off. I felt a pull on my hair and I was yanked backwards.

“Wipe that bloody smirk off your face.” He hissed.

“Why should I? The last time I check, it’s my mouth, not yours.” I smiled widely.

He got agitated and raised his palm at me.

“Hyung. Don’t. People are watching. Let’s just go.” The one behind said.

He glared at me and grabbed my cheeks.

“You better not let me see you again.” He said as he pushed me away.

I hate this school. I hate this place. I don’t even want to be here. If not for my parents, I wouldn’t even be here. This place . I want to go home. Not to the home here, but to the home where I belong.

I made my way to the classroom. I the main switch and pulled away the stick that was blocking the door. As much as I wondered who was the one who got locked inside by that bunch of idiots, I kept it to myself.

“THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!!” Someone bowed to me as I walked passed.

Out of curiosity, I took a glance at who it was. YONG JUNHYUNG!? That Beast’s Rapper!? It was him!? How could it be!? Being such a star, I’m pretty sure people would bow to him like as if he is God. How come he was their target of bully!?

But whatever it is, I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. I didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone in this country. The whole place just irks me to the core. He kept following me and calling out for me. What? Just because he’s a celebrity he has to pretend that he is so nice? Come on, stop pretending. None of you are real.

“I’m home.” I said.

“Welcome home, my Dear. Come here for dinner.” My mom said.

“I’m not hungry.” I said.

“Oh, okay.” She said in a slightly disappointed voice.

“But I’ll just eat.” I said as I sat at the dining table.

“Where’s Daddy?” I asked.

“At work.” She said.

As expected.

“How’s school?” She asked as she handed me a bowl of rice.

“Horrible. When are we going home?” I asked.

“Home? But this is home.” She said.

“Mom, you know what I mean.” I said.

“Sweetie, I know you miss home and your friends. But I’m afraid, we have to stay here for now.” She said apologetically.

“When we first came, you said two months. It’s the third month now. You even enrolled me into some crappy school. Does this even make sense? Just tell me the truth, we aren’t going back, are we?” I said.

She looked at me, not saying anything.

“Thank you for the meal.” I put down my chopsticks and bowl.

I picked my bag up and made my way back to my room.

It’s not that I am angry with my mother, just that, she’s the only one whom I can really vent my anger on and I know she wouldn’t stay angry with me. But I hurt her, I know. I missed home. I missed my friends back there.

I came to Korea happily, but when I realized we weren’t leaving, I got anxious. When they enrolled me into school, I knew it already! But I kept my hopes alive. School made things worse. The teachers were not as friendly. Those idiotic ty girls and those ed up jerks in my class; they just made my stay here even more horrible. They called me the ‘new girl’ when I clearly have a freaking name, made fun of my bad Korean and just wanted me to die.

When I first came, I was a damn happy girl. Now I just hated myself. I couldn’t even find a reason to smile anymore. It at the fact I have to cry myself to sleep every night. It’s so horrible.

My name is Skye. But because I am in Korea, I guess I needed a Korean name. My Dad suggested Hanuel, since it meant Sky too. Fine, whatever, I don’t really care.

I was just lazing on my bed when my playlist played Beast’s Shock. Honestly, I understood nothing of that song except for the words ‘Every day I shock’. That Yong Junhyung’s rap sounded so different from when he was talking just now. How can someone be so different? So fake. Pretending to be nice and all. I’m pretty sure if he was just an ordinary person, he wouldn’t even bother to thank me.

As much as I dreaded it, I went to class as usual the next day. I entered the auditorium and made my way up the stairs to my seat behind. Although my music was blasting in my ears and I was looking straight, I could see an sticking out his leg, trying to trip me. I stepped on his foot hard as I made my way up.

“YAH!!! ARE YOU BLIND!?” He yanked my earphones off my ears.

“What?” I asked, playing dumb.

“You stepped on my foot!” He yelled.

“I did? I didn’t feel anything. If it makes you happier, I’m sorry.” I said with a smile.

“Stop smiling!” He stood up.

The whole class cheered for him to bash me.

“, you better not be so cocky.” He sneered.

“I’ll think about it.” I said as I put my earphones back into my ear and pushed him away as I made my way up.

As soon as I settled down, Yong Junhyung walked in. He clutched onto his stomach as he walked. He seemed to be in pain. I wonder what happened on the way here. Was he bullied again? Or is he just feeling unwell today?

“OPPA!!!” The leech called out.

He smiled weakly and walked passed her, making his way up.  

“OPPA WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?” She stomped her foot. How gross.

What was he trying to do? Snatching seats from me again?

I saw that bastard who tried to trip me stuck out his foot again. That Junhyung guy didn’t seem to notice. I pulled the rubber band off my hair and aimed it at the bastard’s leg.

“OUCH!!! WHO THE !?” He yelled when my rubber band successfully hit him.

I smiled at my victory. That bastard deserved it. If I had a gun, I would shoot a hole into his stupid foot.

His yell shocked Junhyung, causing him to fall anyway. Waste of my energy, that fellow.

“IS IT YOU!?” He shouted at Junhyung.

“Huh? What?” Junhyung looked surprised.

“Did you shoot something at my leg!?” He pulled him by his collar.

“How could I do it!?” Junhyung asked in shock.

The bastard pushed Junhyung away and sat down in embarrassment. I felt kind of bad for having him take the rap, but well, I don’t care. He settled down, three seats away from me and rested his head on the table.

The teacher came in shortly.

“Class, take out your book and flip to page 176.” He said.

I reached into my bag and searched, but where was my book?

Junhyung’s POV

Ah my stomach hurts so badly and I’m freezing. The seat up here is definitely warmer, but still not warm enough. The walk to class was peaceful but things started when I came in. I knew I wouldn’t have a pleasant day. I had to get bullied at least once. But I’m curious, who was it that shoot the rubber band at the guy? Did the person try to make me take the rap or something?

The teacher came in and I couldn’t sleep any longer. I saw the girl from yesterday searching her bag as well as around her. What was she looking for?

“New girl! Are you looking for this?” Someone yelled.

“My book.” I heard her mumble as she made her way down.

Her face darken when she saw the state of her book. The cover was torn and doodled. Some pages were missing. The book just looked very horrible and I am not sure if it could still be used.

She slammed the book down on the girl’s table and stared at her.

“Did you do this?” She said.

“What? How rude! I found your book and you are accusing me now!? Why don’t you just admit that you’re poor and have no money to buy new books?” The girl laughed.

“YES! I MAY BE POOR AND MAY NOT HAVE THE MONEY TO BUY NEW BOOKS! BUT YOU!!! You may be rich, you wear branded goods and all but bear in mind, it’s not your money! It’s your parents’ money you stupid brat! If you can’t even respect a book, I don’t see how you should still be here on Earth! You’re just a waste of ing space!” She screamed into the girl’s face as she pulled her hair.

“!!! GET OFF ME!!!” The girl shouted.

“Hanuel sshi! If you want to create trouble, I advise you to get out.” The teacher said.

“Me!? I’m creating trouble!? HA! Fine! I’ll get out! I don’t even wish to be in the same room as you all, a whole bunch of idiots! Including you!!” She pointed at the teacher.

She tore out a piece of paper from the book and shoved it into the girl’s mouth.

“If you cannot respect books, I don’t see why you should be respected.” She said before making her way up.

The whole class, including me, stared at her in disbelieve. What did she just do? Because of a book, she screamed at the girl and even cursed the teacher? But it wasn’t her fault, how could the teacher be so biased?

I watch as she shove everything into her bag. Was she crying?

“What the hell are you staring at!?” She hissed at me. Indeed, she was crying.

She made her way down but stopped in front of the bastard who screamed at me just now.

“It was me who shoot the rubber band at you. Don’t you think you deserve it!? You’re blessed with long legs, but instead of making good use of your gift to play basketball and join the national team or something like that, you try to trip people? How old are you? 10!?” She shouted before walking down.

“I didn’t offend any of you in any way. I don’t even know what I did to make you hate me. Maybe because I am different. Maybe because I am a foreigner. But whatever it is, it’s so disappointing. Even the teacher is like this. Sorry, but you guys really .” She laughed as she walked out.

Honestly, I was feeling embarrassed. Although I am not sure if I did anything to her, but I felt embarrassed. Being someone from this country, I felt as thou I was at fault too. After the class recovered from the shock, lesson began. I wondered if anyone took her words seriously. At least I know, I did.

After school, I headed for my other schedules.

“Feeling okay?” Hyunseung asked.

“Yea.” I said, but actually I was in a lot of pain. To add to that, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.  Was she okay? Where did she go to? What if she walked off in anger and got lost? What if she committed suicide?

“Junhyung.. Junhyung.. JUNHYUNG!!” Doojoon shouted.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot this time? Where is hurting? Your back or your stomach?” He asked in concern.

“No, no. I’m fine. Manager Hyung, can you drop me off at the usual?” I asked.

“But Junhyung ah, it’s almost 10PM.” He said.

“Please. I’ll be there just for awhile.” I said.

“Junhyung ah, why do you still want to go out when you’re in pain?” Doojoon asked.

“I just need to clear my mind.” I said.

“Did something happen? Did they do something to you again?” Kikwang asked softly.

“Something happened, but no, I am not hurt. No worries.” I smiled as I got off the car.

“Please be home soon.” Yoseob said.

“Yea. Thank you. Bye.” I bid the members good bye.

I walked into my favourite 24 hours book store. Seungho Hyung took me here and introduced me to the boss. The boss is a nice man, he knew we are celebrities, so he kept our existence mum. He gave us enough privacy by opening the basement just for us. We use to come here to read and sleep. No one knew we are here, so that means no distraction.

“Oh, you’re here. I’m leaving soon, but I have a new girl working here. She doesn’t know yet, if you happen to see her, just tell her to keep mum about it and I trust she will. She doesn’t seem like the nosy sort. If you need anything, just approach her. She’s somewhere in the book store, reading at a corner or what. I’m not sure. But you make yourself at home, okay?” He said as he handed me the keys to the basement.

“Ne. Kamsahamida.” I said as I headed down.

I laid out the cushion and blankets. I lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. It felt so peaceful here. No unnecessary noises. No one hates me. No one bullies me. It was just simply peaceful.

“If you feel down, come here, it works.” I remember Seungho Hyung telling me.

“I’m sorry I have to leave you all alone in school. But Junhyung ah, you have to stand up for yourself. I know you are worried about Beast’s reputation, but you cannot keep getting bullied. You’ll break down one day and things will get ugly. Do you understand?” He told me just a few days before his graduation.

Have I let him down? Until now, I have not stuck up for myself. He said that I’ll break down one day and things will get ugly. Was it the same case for her today? How long have the class been bullying her? But she isn’t a celebrity, why didn’t she stand up for herself? I’m pretty sure she isn’t a weak person.

And her name is Hanuel. I recall the teacher calling her that. Nice name, but it would be better if she’s a cheerful person. Why does she seem so angry all the time? Did she really hate this place so much?

I heard the basement door click and I shot up. Who was it? I thought no one knew about me being here!? The person dropped the books she was holding in hand and stared at me in shock with opened slightly. Did the pain in my abdomen so bad that I start to hallucinate or is it really her I am seeing?

“What are you doing here!?” She yelled.

“I… I….” I suddenly couldn’t find a proper explanation.

I fished out the keys the boss handed to me in hope she would understand me.

“YOU STOLE THE KEYS!?” She shouted.

“NO NO!!! I.. I…” I tried to explain.

“I.. I.. I.. I.. I.. I WHAT!? ARE YOU TRYING TO RAP!?” She screamed.

“I come here all the time! The boss knows me! Are you the new girl?” I finally managed to say.

“How do I know if you’re not stalking me!?” She shouted.

“Please, keep it down.” I pleaded, not wanting to create an unnecessary scene.

“You can ask him.” I said.

She looked at me for awhile before rolling her eyes and shutting the door.

Was she simply an angry person or does she really hate me?