11/10

My first day in School of Performing Arts.

I wasn’t bothered to become an idol. I just wanted a course to fulfil my after 10th years; like every academic student has to do.

Every other did opt for Humanities or Science. I stood out to be an exceptional.

I became something for teachers to talk on.

Yes, a lot of the youngsters did opt for stage-life. But Idolism wasn’t very welcomed in our nation. We still needed Doctors, Engineers, Big CEO’s or Market heads.

“Are you sure of going with performing Arts ?”. Our Homeroom Teacher asked, me.

“Yes. I do”. I gave an uneasy smile.

I knew to make decision, we all are independent to do so. Aint we ?.

“I must forget them all. This is something new, isn’t it ?”. Once again, I was talking to myself.

I walked down the lane, to the school building.

Students dressed in their best yellow uniforms; walked back-forth.

Yes, This is School of Performing Arts. I felt.

I wasn’t dreaming of becoming of idol. I just appeared to be absent-minded back in the path, I was walking.

Thumph, I collided with him.( Till then, my heart didn’t acknowledge him as my forever love).

He was tall, thats the least I could say about him. Cause there were rays of sunlight obstructing my vision.

My eyes gained sight.

I could see him.

His lips were red, sharpest nose bridge-till the date I’ve ever seen, his face as if his Elsa had been his mother, eyes not too wide nor too chiselled. His entire face made out a piece of art, that nobody could ignore.

I was startled.

So, maybe he was too.

We just kept staring, for a descent amount of time.

His eyes reading me, whereas I was just shy.

“I am sorry”. He bowed to some angle.

“Ah...err...I am sorry too”. I responded.

We changed paths towards our same destination.

We entered our classroom; the same moment. Our footsteps, matched.

I could take it to be a sign of destiny or love; like everyone did. But I didn’t so. Just because, he looked so good. I felt myself ugly.

While he was happy to see me again. I was a bit bothered.

I went ahead, searching out for an empty desk. Most of them were filled and they were a duet. I searched harder and couldn’t really get a one.

I could get one; after much tries and effort.

“Could I sit here ?”. A calm, manly voice.

It was him, again.

“Its empty”. I just said that; I didn’t know whatever I was meaning.

It appeared to be a little rude to him, I felt.

“Sit with me”. I said in a rush, just to make up my fault.

He smiled; a quite addicting one.

I don’t know why, but I felt shy.

‘Was it alright ?. Should I’ve done it ?’.

“Ah, I feel so embarrassed”.

I laid my head on the desk.

“Gwaenchana ?” He asked me.

“Nan Gwaenchana-h”

The class started.

Formal classes don’t start over the first day. It’s just an introductory day.

‘Hello Everyone’. Thats just a copy-paste issue with everyone.

“I am Doh Min Joon”. I gave my half-stretched smile.

I sat down. Next to me, was a tall him.

“Han Seungwoo Imnida. I hope we all spend a good time together. Mannaseo bangap sumnida”. He waved and then sat down.

His face turned towards me; asking if it was alright ?.

My face stood blank; startled.

I wasn’t very good at expressing.

“Dumb me”. I thought to myself.

Later on, for five long periods we didn’t have much interactions.

I didn’t know, when he exited the room. But he wasn’t there.

There was nobody else in the classroom either.

“I maybe have slept throughout the class”. I thought to myself.

“What will be happening to me, If skip out classes like this from the beginning ?”. I wondered as I didn’t wake up.

Its going to be hard for me.

“But why did everyone leave me behind ?. I wonder why so ?”.

“What’s with that Seungwoo guy, he’s sticking around quite enough for today?. He should’ve waken me up for sake of being a bench mate”.

I got furious over everyone.

“What should I do now ? Then ?”.

I tried to search on for anyone, present in the building.

There was no one there, not a single soul.

“An Apocalypse broke out ?”

3rd Floor, Block 2; our class was.

I checked our floor, and so did the upper and lower neighbouring floor but there was none.

“Hello, Is anyone still there ?”.

After some time passed on, I felt something strange. As if everything had stopped by; completely numb and lifeless.

And suddenly, series of motion started. There were curtain rolling out , furniture’s moving and so does other things. As if the scenes were changing in a movie.

I got frightened, because this wasn’t usual.

“What is this happening ?”. I tried to run away but I couldn’t. Something held me from causing any motion.

And then everything started changing rapidly; than it was before. Without wasting some more minutes, everything got paused again.

I was sitting on a desk; as for that time. Under strong forces, I attained the shape they gave me.

And then two bodies appeared out.

They were wearing that bright-yellow uniform; like us (why am I being pluralist even though it was only me who was trapped) They did have name-tags like I had.

“New student, right ?”.

“Doh-MinJoon, hmm. You look good, as your name suggests”. He pulled to see my badge; but it was a stronger pull. Enough to pull it out.

“Leave it”. I threw his hands away.

I didn’t know if my throw was hard but I just knew that I would have hard time ahead.

He clutched my cheeks (if they were left so; with my bony attire).

“Saekki” .

“How dare you think to even touch us ?”. The other one with glasses said.

“To touch us is a blessing; consider it” He said.

“Y2, Best we are. Nothing compares us”. He said, clutching me harder.

“Just to continue on our tradition, we were here to greet you but....you deserve an entire ceremony”. The glasses wearing boy said.

Another one; he left my cheeks.

There were red marks imprinted on my face.

“Shall we start it with you, now ?”. He said, his face looked devilish.

I just got too scared with it.

My inner built hormone mechanism ran out its chemicals. My brain ordered me to scream.

I scream loud.

And it was all over, nothing was like before.

There were desks, curtains and students.

“Where am I now technically ?”. I looked around, I felt that I was back. But where had I been ? to be back. And if it isn’t it the back that I had left, then where was I and where am I now ?.

“Oh, God. It’s messing me up now!”. I just ran down my hands over my hairs. I was in a ‘head faced to desk’ position.

And another pair of hands joined in that. They were warm, and they did bring me a sense of comfort and relief. But counter currently , my defence mechanism responded. I woke up and his face was just quite close to mine.

“Are you alright ?”.

“Yeah, I am”.

“But you don’t look so ?”. He was checking me out.

“Yes. I need to get some air”.

I didn’t wait for his response. I went searching for the washroom.

I wasn’t in a hurry but I wasn’t relaxed too. My footsteps were fast.

Something was to be wrong; my instincts said me.

“Why do I feel of something to be gone wrong ?”. I murmured; but enough attention wasn’t paid to it. So, I continued walking until I bumped out someone.

“I am sorry” I said, and then moved my head upwards.

My jaw dropped, my heart beat rising up to a great limit, and my adrenaline gushing out as much as it could. Cause what I saw was something hard to be believed.

“They seem like Y2” I whispered to myself.

But are they real. If so, why are they here ?. Maybe just a coincidence.

Suppressing it to be just a coincidence, I gave up recalling my dream. But maybe they didn’t want it to be supressed.

“Ah, who’s this ?”. The other without glasses said.

“Ah, Hoobae’e anneya ?”. The one with the glasses said.

“ The newest visual here”.

“New student, right ?”.

“Doh-MinJoon, hmm. You look good, as your name suggests”. He pulled to see my badge; but it was a stronger pull. Enough to pull it out.

I then threw his hands away in order to protect my new uniform.

I took a pause, then realised that it went according to what I had dreamt earlier.

“He now would then....”. Before I completed it, my cheeks got clutched by him.

And all the successive events followed by, just to the perfect copy of what I had dreamt.

The next was what I didn’t know. Before I could know it any further, my dream was cut off. I was complete clueless of what could’ve happened next.

I was about to know it; something that was going to happen next.

They pulled out markers and all other coloured stuffs they had.

“What are you doing ?”. I asked, as I was scared.

They didn’t respond to it but later they did.

“Making you known”. They made their devilish laughter and sprayed out paint in my shirt that was clear as a ******.

Those red, yellow and blue’s made their mark on my shirt. It was horrible to watch it happen.

“Why are you doing this to me ?”.

“You’ll know it later”.

They continued on until the first set of sprays went off.

I cried on, but there wasn’t any help. Because the washrooms were on the interior ends and the walls were noise-proof.

“Please somebody help me”. I last said; waiting down for a miracle.

The next moment, I felt someone approaching. But sense optimism didn’t grow in me, I felt that it was yet another of their team mate.

But it wasn’t any of their other; it was Seungwoo.

He appeared; blocking away the sunlight falling on me.

“Minjoo ya ?”. He said; the words out his mouth with sense of worry and relief.

It felt like a blessing to have him there.

“Seung...”, Words strucked in me.

My eyes looking into him, asking to save me.

“Who are you ?”. The one without glasses.

“Who are you ?” Seungwoo was bold; he raised out his finger, pointing at him.

“Its not your matter of concern”.

“So, it isn’t mine”. Seungwoo was bold again.

I just couldn’t help but just stare at him; how good he looked.

“I think you really don’t know us, very well”. He took of his glasses.

“Y2 we are; the best visual’s we own. Nobody dares to go against us. If you do us; ours fans can do the best to repay it”. He went around 360° of Seungwoo.

“Don’t even dare to go against us”. He repeated; he seemed like his sidekick rather than a hero himself.

I looked around myself. I wasn’t in a much great condition; my shirt coloured, everything appearing to be permeable, my blazer thrown away somewhere. Overall, I seemed to be a mess. I just took away my eyes of everyone there. I felt ashamed, even though I wasn’t any guilty.

I felt Seungwoo could notice my condition. And he tried to hurry up to the extent he could.

“Say something. Why appear to be numb ?”. The sidekick; he was Yunho.

“I am sorry. But the teacher has been looking out for MinJoon for the past half-hour, so I need to escort him to the teacher”. Seungwoo said, he appeared to be calm. He seemed to be begging for me.

“Ah! That’s funny”. YoungJae, the glasses one said.

“Are we some kind of dumb asses, to believe to your story ?”.

YoungJae seemed to be only few centimetre’s shorter than Seungwoo was.

He tried to grab Seungwoo’s collar and he could do it.

I wondered why he didn’t rebel against it. He seemed to hold out his anger, I just felt it.

Jooheon brought in those sprays, trying to do as what he did with me.

“Here you go, dear”. YoungJae jerking off the bottles.

As he just tried to spray those, a strong fisted punch landed on his facial feature.

I wasn’t in my full conscious state but I could hear the sounds.

YoungJae withdrew upon him.

He was wailing hard.

Yunho tried to avenge on his anger upon him. But he didn’t end up the same fate, but was quite close to what had happened to YoungJae.

The ground seemed all clear for Seungwoo to run away.

He held me up in his back. He had quite wide shoulders and also the back. His body radiated warmth.

I could feel his steps; they were quite fast.

The memory I retained; portrayed me of lying in the bed of Nurse’s office.

“Ah. I feel so dizzy”.

“How did I land up here ?”.

There were too many queries’; trying to make space for themselves in my brain.

I continued to lie down for some more time. But I wasn’t asleep.

The door knob rolled over and it made a creak.

Someone was entering. I had to be alert but needn’t show them that I was so.

“Please don’t be them again”. I prayed.

Thankfully, it wasn’t them. It was him.

“He isn’t awake. Hope that this trauma doesn’t affects him hard”. He let out his breath.

Moving in randomly, just as bees do. He glanced at the window, then at me and later some other things.

“Hope you aren’t like me!”. He said. His voice expressing concern and fear.

I held my voice that was about to be projected.

I just thought about what he’d never want me to. Thinking about it, I was transported into deep lands of those dreams again .

“Han Seungwoo ssi, you seem to be quite a bully”. A figure said, he seemed like the Principal.

“If you continue on. Leave that, you’ve already crossed the limit. You are posing a direct threat to decorum of our institute. So, we really can’t spare you this time”.

“And someone that you’ve hurt isn’t a mere someone”. He seemed like someone of a high ranking official.

“Their guardian are one of our important trustee”. Replied Principal, if he was; according to my assumptions.

“Please spare me a chance. I won’t ever repeat it”. He said, tears flowing out through his eyes.

I felt sorry for him. I wouldn’t wish anyone to suffer for me; thats not my ego but just my simple humanity.

He bent down on his knees.

“Noooooo”. My voice got projected out loud. And I woke up.

“What is it happening ?. Is it some premonition to the evil ?”.

“Even if it is. What should I do ?”. I wrapped out my legs and started sobbing.

Tears shining bright like an icicle rolled down my eye.

“I can’t ignore this.”

“What if its true ?”.

“Seungwoo-ya”. I called out for his name.