The Dream: For you

The Dream: For You

“I shouldn’t cry”. I consoled myself.

The curtains swept apart.

Once, my hormones said me to be aware. I guess it was Adrenaline itself.

“Gwaenchana ?”. He asked, he seemed to be shocked.

“Yes, I am alright”. I tried to hold myself.

But I couldn’t match my eyes with him. I felt guilty; as if it were just because of me.

Yes, I wanted to warn him and make him take precaution. But if I did so, he’d considering ne some nuisance. And thats what I don’t want to be perceived by him.

“I’ve brought you uniform’s. You can change it”. He said.

“Thank you”. I was lost somewhere else, than in the world I am living now. I just had to think of something else rather than of thinking about him.

I just thought about how could I prevent it.

“Are you able to wear it by yourself ?”.

“No”. I said. Just because I wasn’t really conscious.

He seemed to hesitate but later, decided to do so.

“Fine”.

He put his firm hands first on my shoulders. Then he approached towards the buttons. He unbuttoned it smoothly. My shirt first he did. He was so smooth in doing his work; that I didn’t even realise it.

My chest was bare. I wasn’t hunky or well built like he was. But I had few sort of what could be considered as an abs.

“He’s got abs”. He muttered silently.

My upper part almost got bared. But my sleeves were something that prevented me from going so.

He pushed a bit forcefully. And I wasn’t sub conscious but fully conscious again.

“Ah!”. For me, it seemed to be weird. Because I didn’t ever realise whatever was going on with me.

But for him, it wasn’t something awkward. Not because he was man of such fetishes but because I seemed to have allowed him for so.

“Let me unbutton them”. For me, he sounded like a pervert.

“I don’t need your help”. I got furious and slammed the door behind.

It takes you sometime to get back to your senses, for me it was around 2 seconds later.

I realised that I was still bare.

“Oh, Shit. What should I do now ?”.

I had to go back there but you know right ?! Ego problems ?!.

“What should I do know ?”.

As for to my knowledge, I remembered my blazer being thrown out from me while that happened.

“I can search for the blazers down there in the toilet”.

“My only way now!”.

I searched there; the possible corners of where my clothing could be thrown. And luckily, I got it.

“Phew. At least I am not naked”.

“But I need to manage somehow; my clothes”.

“To my remembrance. No one here can provide me clothes at the moment”.

As thoughts of finding clothes gained dominance in me, I completely forgot about my dream and the way to save him.

“I cannot roam around like this”. I thought about it, and possibly walking through the corridor.

“Ommo ! Minjoon-ie anneya ?”. A guy said.

“He is flashing his abs !”. Girls; they were saying.

“Let me click his picture. It’ll help me later”. Flashes were upon me.

“Oh, what was that”.

“I must hurry out from here”.

My footsteps gaining momentum, more than it was earlier.

“I have to use this. No other choice though”.

I grabbed my cell phone and dialled out a number which was actually meant for emergencies.

I don’t know if my being half ***** could be considered as an emergency; though.

“Yeoboseyo. Hyung , I hope you aren’t busy right now”.

“Any help I could offer for you ?”. A man of about 8 years older than me answered.

“Actually...er.....”.

“Do you need condoms ?”. He said, seconds later bursting into laughter.

“Anne. Hyung. I am serious”. I responded back to Dohwa. Yeah, he was Lee Dohwa; my so considered hyung.

“Fine. Say me whatever it is ?”.

“Actually I need to get a pair of uniform. I know, it may seem quite....er”.

“Okay. I’ll get it. I know your school right ?!”.

“Yes, the one that you dropped me in”.

“Fine. I’ll reach you in about 10 minutes”.

“Fine”. He hanged up.

“I feel embarrassed. And I am sure he’d make me much more embarrassed”.

“Minjoo-ya”. I know who can really call me this. Till this date no one has ever called me this.

The Seungwoo guy who’d been stripping me.

“Are you alright ?”. He asked me with looks of worry in his eyes.

“Actually. I am quite sorry-”. He was about to continue.

“Han Seungwoo. Principal wants to see you right away. Please make your approach to him”. Our homeroom teacher said us.

He left with him.

Why was he sorry ?.

“Maybe something has stricken up in his mind again”.

I sat down in the nurse’s office. Cause thats the place I felt to be most protective; no flashlights, no camera sparks and specifically no one to use my picture for later purpose.

“Hmm. Does Hyung know what size I wear ?”.

“I am not very fond of new uniforms. But thats what I have to do now”.

I glanced over the window, If I could catch sight of him but there wasn’t him.

In a duration of about some minutes, I caught sleep.

Now where will I be transported ?. Which new dream to see ?.

“It feels I’ve been here before”.

After few explorations. It is the head office, aint it ?.

“But what am I doing in here ?”.

Again those sliding of scene took place. The chairs, tables, curtains and everything.

It was scary to watch everything go by its own. Especially, I was scared of the creepy sounds it made.

“Please not again”. I closed pressed my eye lids.

Everything stopped after few moments, just like it did earlier.

I discovered myself beside Seungwoo.

Why am I always around him ?.

“What am I doing here ?”.

“It’s him too. He was with him on a duel with us”. Yunho pointed.

“They have hit YoungJae quite hard just for the sake of their play”.

“It isn’t the truth sir. I was myself engaged in the fight, not him”.

He protected me. And what duel was he talking about ?.

“The proof itself specifies you and him to be guilty. Why do you even want to be left out. There’s no benefit of the doubt here”.

Yunho had a grin on his face.

“But please do spare him. It was just me who punched YoungJae Sunbaenim not him”.

I really was confused of what should have been done. I had no idea of even what was happening ?

How do these dreams even if they tell me the future are helping me out ?. I am amidst something that I can’t even understand. I go through all the scary little things, and the end result gives me no help.

I might look as fool as for not pleading for myself but I didn’t really understand what should’ve been done.

I had to say something but my roles weren’t scripted either.

“Ajhussi, it isn’t really justified to say who the victims are ?”.

“What do you say ?”.

“It is the proof that states to be only favouring them”.

“Then provide us with some more proof”.

“The proof is....er”.

And everything stopped there.

I was back again to consciousness.

“Why is this happening again ?. And why do I just dream about me, falling into some deep troubles ?”.

“What should I do about this one ?”.

I didn’t really have good dreams for today. And to turn to all those, the earlier one was terrifying. I don’t want to even think about it.

I tried not to think about it.

For a moment, I had to keep myself busy. I didn’t want to think about it.

I switched on my cell phone to see if something could keep me busy. But nothing could.

“There’s nothing in here”.

Hmm. I lied down in the patient’s bed.

“What was he sorry for ?”.

“Maybe for stripping me down ?”.

“The earlier something was horrible”.

“That fucking visual’s, Y2’s”.

“But how did I end up here ?. The last I remember is seeing Seungwoo. Maybe he brought me here ?”.

“But this couldn’t be that simple and easy. Something must have intervened in between.

Whatever it maybe ?. But its for sure that it was him who carried me up here. At least I can thank him”.

With these good thought, I moved on searching for him.

And coincidently, my paths were matching along the route to the principal’s desk.

“You have been called”. Our Homeroom teacher asked me.

There must have been something but my brain cells weren’t able to relate it with that something that my brain some hours ago.

“Sir May I come in ?”.

As soon as I entered in, some light sparkled in. My dream was again on the playlist that was to be played.

The same series of action began to play; until the part approached which I had unseen.

“So what do you want to prove out with that ?”.

“I don’t need to prove anything until everything gets proven”. I was saying, with rude sense of arrogance. That is the sense that automatically gets stricken to you whenever you are true fully correct.

“He might not be the one who punched ?”. I said, pointing towards Seungwoo.

“Then you are ?”. The some sort of Dean said. He appeared to clever and somewhat of wicked.

“No sir. It was me who had punched”. He said in a calm, low voice.

“Do we need to prove anything more ?”. The haughty one’s said.

“It is not at all right”. I slammed on the desk.

I was more on my sub consciousness than I was conscious. The hand hit me hard.

I didn’t remember much of the anything but I felt that this could be of enough prove.

“I have been bullied by them”. I pointed towards the one that was present of the two.

“So what sense does it make ?”.

“Were you sexually harassed or abused ?. Are there any signs that could physically prove you to be the victim of the harassment?”.

Seungwoo felt that there wasn’t going to be any conclusion to it.

He interrupted me.

“Am sorry for the inconvenience that I have caused. You may punish me as you intend to do”.

I felt disappointed in him. Why’d he cut me off and then accept for something he had done; something that was rational ?.

Yunho, I could see him laughing as a devil would do.

“Okay. We’ll be issuing a certificate of expulsion for you, UFC Fighter. And King Louis; you’d too have the honour of receiving a suspension letter for instigating violence”. The head said.

“But—“. I was interrupted again.

The door opened.

And it was someone; literally somebody interrupting us again.

I wasn’t expecting of that literal someone to be a fairy who’d be helping us. But more of that, I was annoyed of that ‘literal someone’ to be interrupting me.

The door opened; without any early notices such as the knocks or anything that could be given .

“Dugu-eyo ?”. Principal Said.

There was no response; until someone entered in.

To my surprise, it was Hyung.

“Dohwa-ssi”. The Principal said, as if he’d seen someone too scary or breath snatching.

He turned around towards the Dean; asking him to be formal.

“Search for one of your student; Doh Min----“.

“Ah, Hyung!”. I said; cause thats what my neural masses had ordered me to do.

“MinJoon. Why are you even here ?”.

“Well. Err..” I couldn’t even think of what to say; cause I was in the mid of an end.

“Nothing so important, Sir”.

Sir? Is hyung really someone important here ?.

He turned his sharp eye their; towards the Dean specially; to my observance.

“Something wrong, MinJoon ?”.

“Er...”. What should’ve done ?.

Hyung at this point seemed to be angry. I got scared of him too; even though I aint any guilty.

“Nothing. It’s just about the orientation we ought to prepare”. I said but why did I lie ? So ?.

The other heads seemed to be calmed down.

“Okay. I’ve bought you uniform!”. He said me.

I exited the room with hyung.

The left out was Seungwoo. He wasn’t looking at me; he wasn’t expecting mercy from me. So what should I help him ? But that wasn’t the case.

“Hyung !. Wait for a second. I’m heading back to the office for some time”.

“Sure”.

“Seungwoo”. I didn’t know what to say any further. So, I held his hands and let him out.

No one to tells us no or where to go ?!. Or say we’re only dreaming.

We walked out of the office. We were still holding hands.

I wasn’t shy but till date, I haven’t held anyone’s hand this close. He was the first that I’d held.

Our contact was close. His hands were warm; it ignited me.

Minute later, I just got too shy to hold his hands anymore. I could remove it away nor was could I hold it anymore.

I realised my face turning plumish-red.

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