* whole thing is written in Jiyeon's perspective or narrator. I didnt talk in Seungho's perspective for this one :)

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NARRATOR'S POV;

Jiyeon was your typical girl. She was your ordinary girl that was living her life yet her family circumstances had changed the naïve young girl into a girl that had a mind of an adult. Her view on the world was drastically different compared to those her age. Due this she was overly loud and bubble every single minute of the day. And the problem was she was hated for who she was. The one that had helped her through all her life during the changes between her childhood to her teen years,  changed the moment they both  stepped foot into high school.

Jisung was his name. Jisung was the one that had helped Jiyeon through her final years of grade 5 and 6. He was there to listen to her stories. He was there when she wanted a shoulder to lean on, to cry on.  He was there protecting her from the hatred of the world, but he had his catch. He wasn’t the most studious student; he was more of the mischievous and cheeky student. Always up to mischief. Always finding ways to avoid learning. 

To Jiyeon he wasn’t that cheeky student that everyone knew. Yes he was acting a specific way; his group of friends was big and wide contrasting with Jiyeon’s one man army – herself and Jisung. She despised everyone around her. Why? She never liked how human nature had played out, the way her family life was and how all her “friends” had her betrayed the moment they knew the type of person she was. She had some "friends left" but she didnt know if they were truly her friends or not. The broken pieces to her friendship was never healed.

JIYEON’S POV;

Walking through school where it was always unbelievingly quiet and dull was my life. There was never any spice or any sprinkle of fun. It was always study, homework do well. If there was a fail then it was just unacceptable.

I was tired of the expectations that were held against me. It was suffocating. No real friends. No life. The amount of times of trying to make friends I questioned why I even bother trying when obviously it was no use. When I had friends, they were all Jisung’s friend.

I entered the class and sat in my corner. There was no place better than the corner itself, isolated and desolated which was perfect for me.  There was someone in the class though that was making me uncomfortable – Seungho. Seungho was a student that was in the same class as me. He was an annoying brat that I didn’t want to talk to yet he was someone that weirdly brought me comfort. Seungho was someone that was too nice for his own good. The amount of friends he had, specifically the amount of girls cancelled out the comfort he brought. Who knew how he was treating other girls?

“Hey Jiyeon did you do homework?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I simplified my response from ‘when do I not do homework to just a yeah.’

“Can I see it?” He glanced at my exercise book.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I didn’t like sharing my work. I hated it.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to share,” Seungho smiled. “Can you explain what to do after?”

Seungho placed his exercise book on my table and glanced at me. His eyes urging me to speak up and explain.

“You forgot the 7y,” I opened my mouth.

“OH, OH OOOOH,” Seungho faced palmed at the mistake. “Thanks!”

And then again it was back to the ordinary of Park Jiyeon.

“Hey , do you think there was something that went on between Her and Jisung?” the girls two rows infront turned back to me.

Rude.

“What do you mean by that?” one of her friends questioned.

“I don’t think there would, like look at them. They were never once spotted together on school grounds even if it was a hi,” One of the girls scrutinised me.

      Well we did have a friendship, a friendship that only made each other special to one another and not important to one another.

“Well you know how I am in the same P.E. class as him?” one of the girls raised the question.

“Yeah what about it?” The other girl asked.

“I heard him asking about Jiyeon during class. Something to do with do you think she misses me?” One of the girls quoted.

I realised Seungho was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. But then again it was none of my problems, by the time the teacher entered class everyone had hushed down and started the lesson.

By the time noon had arrived I was already three quarters through my timetable, I only had two periods left before I was able to enter my sanctuary. Strolling along the hall way to enter my next class I stopped midway just as he stopped midway. Jisung.  I had this urge to walk up to him and just talk to him, and lift the boulders off my shoulders but I knew, I knew more than enough that it wasn't right. I knew he was simply a person I used to know.

"Hey Jisung, aren't you coming?" one of his friends ushered.

"O-oh.. Y-Yeah I'm coming," Jisung stuttered.

Taking in a big breath, I c