Chapter 2- Bom's past.
High school daze.
"Bommmiiieeeee~"
Bom felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Uhh..go away..." she groaned.
"Get uppppppppppp. "
She felt another tap, harder then the last.
"Go awayy..5 more minutes..." bom felt around for her blanket, only to feel a hard solid surface.
She opened her eyes slowly and peeked around. All she saw was the detention classroom and the rest of the students getting up to leave.
She lifted her head off the desk almost immediately. She turned to see Jiyong next to her, arms crossed.
"Finally getting up?" jiyong stared at her, chuckling.
"Heh," bom smiled as she stood up, gathering her things.
"Anyway. So whats the reason?" she asked jiyong as she gathered her books.
"What reason?"
"The reason for a straight A student, second best fighter in school getting sent to detention~"
"Oh that." jiyong said, fiddling with his hair , obviously embarrased.
"Yes that." Bommie flung her bag over her shoulder as the both of them strolled out of the classroom slowly.
Alot of people told them that they looked exactly like a couple.
But no. No way. Being with jiyong for bom is like.....being with her own little brother. Puke.
"Well, blame that fat china woman Mrs.Tan . I was shouting for Mr.Lee in class, because that deaf guy couldn't hear me.
And guess what. Right when I yelled for him she came to the door and claimed that i was being rude. HELLO? All I did was shout for him."
Jiyong let it all out at one go, furiously chomping down on a kitkat he found in his bag.
"AND," he wasn't finished, "she even said that I corrupt her precious lessons too. ALL I DO IS CORRECT HER ERRORS. WHAT THE HELL."
He chewed even faster. Bommie couldn't help but laugh.
Both of them were now walking down the hallway, which was now packed with students and filled with noisy chatters.
"Oh yeah, " jiyong spoke, "Are we gonna go t-WOAH!!!"
Just then, a junior that was dashing across the hallway slammed straight into Jiyong.
Both of them fell, the junior landing on top of Jiyong. The books she was carrying scattered all over the floor.
"OMG JI, YOU OK??" Bommie shot the junior a glare.
"Mianhamnida!! Mianhamnida!!" the junior said, bowing repeatedly in apology.
"Its alright.." Jiyong forced a smile as he got up from the floor, wiping the dirt off his uniform.
He took a look at the junior.
She had really long silky black hair, with the cutest sparkly eyes he's ever seen.
Then he felt it. The moment he turned to look down at the juniors face a weird feeling captivated him.
His heart felt like was struck by an invisible force, one that made his blood rush through his veins and his cheeks turn bright pink.
Next thing he knew he was thinking to himself, "this girls actually kinda cute- Wait. What?"
He shook the feeling off and looked down at the terrified juniors name tag. Sandara Park.
The junior stood in front of him looking down. Jiyong felt really awkward.
He coughed.
"Yah Sandara. Be more careful next time. Don't run in the hallway when its this crowded."
he squatted down, helping her gather her books.
Dara finally looked up at jiyong. She then felt something. A strange feeling inside of her just when she looked into ji's eyes.
She couldn't help but stutter. "I-...i-i......" She looked down at his nametag.
Kwon jiyong.
"Ok? " jiyong smiled again, as he stood up, handing dara her books.
"God theres that feeling again." Jiyong thought to himself as dara's eyes met his. "Calm down. Just a feeling. Just a feeling."
"Th-th...tha-thank..y-..you." dara took her books from ji's hands.
"YAH JIYONG!" Bom yelled from the other side of the hallway, "Hurry up! I thought you were right behind me!"
Jiyong snapped outta it and yelled back, "UH-OH OKAY!" He picked his bag up and took one last look at Dara before running to where bommie was.
Dara stoned for a moment before continuing to walk to where she was heading to.
All that was in her mind, was Jiyong, jiyong, jiyong.
"Heyyy," ji said, panting, "sorry got a little caught up with the junior. "
Bommie chuckled, "Im surprised you didn't yell at her."
"What. Its a new semester. I thought i'd be a nice guy for a change." ji bluffed, fiddling with his hair again.
"You?" bom looked at him a little suspiciously, "You? A nice guy? HAHAHA!"
"YOOOOOO!" a senior suddenly jumped up behind bommie, slamming his arm on her shoulder. "GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAPAN."
And oh how bom recognized that low, beastly, almost scary voice.
"YAH CHOI SEUNG HYUN!" She pushed seunghyuns arm off, rubbing her shoulder, "DONT MAKE ME START WISHING YOU WERE STILL IN JAPAN. SHEEESH."
Jiyong laughed.
"Hahaha welcome back bro, " ji said, bumping his fist with seunghyuns. He was in no mood to welcome anyone back now.
Dara was still all over his head.
Seunghyun turned to bom, about to bump her fist too.
"NO THANK YOU!" Bommie rushed to ji's side, "I do not want my fist to break." She smiled cutely.
Jiyong laughed again. He sighed and finally let himself turn around, eyes scanning amongst students in the hallway.
He couldn't help it. He looked around for dara's petite figure, hoping that she was still lurking somewhere in the hall.
Seunghyun barged into his thoughts by gripping his neck,
"And I heard someone became second best fighter in school huh!" he played around with ji's hair.
Jiyong squeezed out of his tight grip, "Yes but I'm not messing with the first best. "
Seunghyun laughed proudly, "HAAAH! " He stuck his nose in the air.
Ji ignored him and turned again, still trying to spot dara.
"Damn it jiyong..whats wrong with you.." he slapped himself in his head.
"Anyway, guys, I'm gonna head home first. Kinda tired. See ya'll at the usuals later," bommie waved as she walked off.
"YAH LEE PARKBOM, FIRST DAY IM BACK AND YOU'RE SO EAGER TO HEAD HOME? NOT EVEN A WELCOME BACK KISS??" Seunghyun yelled at her.
Bom turned around and showed him the middle finger as she continued walking off.
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Tears were gradually building up in her eyes as she walked.
Why, why was it her. Why did this have to happen to her.
She slowened her pace as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She did not know how long more she could hold this in.
She did not know how long more she could put on a fake smile.
She clenched her fists as she thought about what happened three months ago...
"YOU BASTARD! CAN YOU SEE THE BRUISES AND BURNS ON HER BODY? ARE YOU BLIND?!"
his mother pointed at the markings all over her skinny arms and legs.
She was crying badly, looking up at her father, her body trembling in fear.
"LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. ARE YOU BLIND?!" his father pointed at a broken sculpture that was the only memory he had, of his father.
"PEOPLE MAKES MISTAKES. WHATS HAPPENED TO YOU. YOUR ACTING JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER." her mother stood in front of bom.
"AH NO. CHILDREN MAKE MISTAKES. SHES 17. IS SHE A CHILD?! NO, SHES A BIG GIRL NOW. AND A BIG GIRL TAKES RESPONSIBILITY OF HER OWN ACTIONS."
"WILL YOU LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO HER?! SHES YOUR DAUGHTER."
"WILL YOU LOOK AT WHAT SHE DID TO MY ONLY REMEMBRANCE OF MY FATHER."
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! AND YOU KNOW IT! "
"SHES CLEARLY TRYING TO SEEK HER SWEET REVENGE AGAINST ME." his father flipped the glass table over.
"WILL YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF?! I REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW LONG MORE I CAN PUT UP WITH YOUR ED UP ATTITUDE."
Upon hearing that her father threw a hard punch straight into her mothers face. "THEN DON'T. GO DIE. KILL YOURSELF AND DIE. GO."
Her mother went crashing onto the ground, her head hitting the wall.
"Umma!" she turned to run to her mum, before she could, her father grabbed her small, slim body and easily threw her across the room too.
Her mother clutched onto the wound on her face, tears falling down her eyes. She couldn't believe what he just did.
"That's it. Its over." she got up, grabbed her bag and pulled the door open.
"UMMA!" Bommie forced herself up and ran to her, clutching onto her leg, "DONT LEAVE . PLEASE. DON'T LEAVE.."
"IM SORRY ! DON'T FOLLOW ME. LET GO." She reluctantly kicked her.
Bom fell back and looked up at her, eyes full of shock.
She slammed the door closed and left in a cab, leaving bommie with her father who couldn't care a less about her.
Just like that.
"Umma..Where are you.." she said to herself as she thought of that painful memory that sent daggers through her heart.
Tears were flowing down her cheeks. She sat at the bench next to the pathway and stared into blank space.
"Do you know how much I miss you..how terrible my life is with him." she held her legs up to her chest, and cried it out.
Just like she did again, and again for the past 90 days..
"Please come back.." she muttered in between his sobs, "i don't know how much longer i can bear this."
"I dont know how long more i can put up this act. I hate myself. I'm not who I am on the inside...." she buried her face in between her knees.
It hurt her so bad, but she still kept it all to herself. For 3 whole months. She kept it all inside.
After 20minutes of sitting there, she got up and turned, to the apartment that was right behind that bench.
Bommie dreaded going home. She did not even want to stay in that house, with that guy.
She reluctantly walked towards the building, dreadfully turning the doorknob..
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