I’m not hated… or loved… okay, maybe I’m more hated then loved but I was accepted to this school because I was smart… not trying to brag or anything. I was different, different in a sense that I was a commoner, as my classmates call me. They don’t even have a brain to remember what my name is. It’s simple… JAE- JOONG. Not some hard to pronounce name. Most of the time I go unnoticed… but there are always a few people who won’t get off my back. Why? Because I’m a commoner. I mean is being commoner so bad? Is it my fault? /sigh/ I don’t know. But I went to this college for a few years now… and still no change. I had to endure this immature act of these… RICHpeople. Some even threatened to leave or not pay donations to school if I didn’t leave, but the principle surprisingly said to leave.‘If you don’t pay,you leave.’That’s right… I couldn’t believe it myself either.

My dad passed away when I was young. I don’t remember him well, but I knew he was an alcoholic. I was the only child and my mom raised me on her own, by herself. I’ve seen her go through hardships, getting looked down upon, bashed with nasty words, and being abused by her boss. She was a maid to one of the richest familyin Korea. She raised their onlyson as well. What was the family’s name? Oh the Jung’s. The “mistress” of the house used her like a slave just because she had the money to do so. I went to their house once to help my mom carry her errands that the evil “mistress” told her to bring. I was going to grab that woman’s hair out but thought of my mother. I don’t know why my mom kept up with that. I finally knew though why she did it. So I could turn out better than those people who looked down on her, who treated her as a fly that can be squatted around. A few years later, my mom passed away due to an illness. 

So I live in a shabby apartment that has $500 rent. Not bad but whenever I stepped on the stairs to my apartment, I felt like it was going break and crumble. The neighborhood was near the busy streets so it was safe. I take on 3 part time jobs to earn money, unlike all these rich brats who had both parents, divorced or not, and was either the son/daughter of a CEO of a rich business company or a celebrity. I could not believe what kind of mansions they lived it. They had everything right in their house whether it is a movie room, a three story closet, a golf field, etc. All I had was a kitchen and a bathroom; that’s right, no bedroom, only a living room. Even the school’s classrooms were not even the size of my apartment. … Enough about me and let’s cut to the story.

So me being poor and all and going to a really good school really hit the spotlight. A group of rich kids aka JUNG YUNHO and his friends, were really idols, worshipped from head to toe. Not even joking. One word that “disgraced” his name, you’ll get your kicked, literally, out of school and never to return. I had to keep a low profile. I didn’t want to get kicked out; after all, my mom wanted me to turn out better than those rich, bratty kids, at least personality wise. So I had to just do what the other kids did, who didn’t want to be involved with Yunho. I’m positive that he doesn’t even know I existed… he even has his own classroom with a special tutor along with his 3 friends. /sigh. But so much for keeping a low profile… I almost got my kicked… ALMOST which means that I still stayed, still allowed to attend school… but I had to be his “servant” for the rest of the school year… /screams. In the end, I followed my mother’s footsteps to being a servant… for the JUNGS.

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