BTS Fan Fic Project:
Finding Myself Collection:
I sat there in the middle of this foreign room, surrounded by a few open boxes labeled with what might be contained in them. I looked down and stared at my hand as I fiddled with the jewelry in in it. My vision began to lose focus as I continued to look down.
“Euna!” A female voice called out from downstairs.
I blinked my eyes a few times, releasing myself from my trance and remembering where I was. I deeply inhaled and exhaled as I placed the jewelry back into my pocket. Standing up, I walked towards the sound of the voice.
“Yes?” I responded back.
“Your father won’t be home until dinner.” She said with her back still facing me. I watched her carefully unpacking the glassware into the cabinets. After putting away the last plate, she turned around and looked at me. “Have you unpacked everything?”
I scratched the back of my head and avoided her gaze. I couldn’t tell her that I was just sitting in the middle of my room for the past two hours. I could hear her sigh as she moved away from her spot.
“It’s been a long month,” she said as she walked closer to me.
“You don’t have to join us for dinner tonight.” She placed a hand on the upper section of my back, her thumb slightly rubbing itself back and forth against the fabric of my shirt. “Just rest. You will have another long day at school tomorrow. Your uniform will be hanging behind your room door once you wake up in the morning.”
My mother gently pushed me away, back towards the stairs. I weakly smiled back at her in response and walked back to my room.
As soon as I entered my room, I quietly closed the door behind me and threw myself onto my bed. I grabbed the nearest pillow and held it close to my body as I curled up while burying my face into its soft exterior. I steady my breathing while trying to hold back the tears that threatens to leave the corners of my eyes.
“It indeed has been a very long month,” I mumbled into the pillow. Minutes slowly passed before I found myself fast asleep.
I immediately shot up from my bed, breathing heavily as cold sweat rolled itself down the side of my face. I franticly looked around the dark room, scared and afraid. I tightly held the pillow that was close to me and closed my eyes. After a few minutes, I realized where I was and managed to calm myself down.
Looking for my phone, I stood up with my pillow still pressed against my chest and picked up my phone from the top of an unopened box.
It’s 5:34AM, I read to myself while looking at its screen. Clutching on to my phone, I crouched down and buried my face into my pillow again.
“This is going to be another long week,” I told myself. I was not looking forward to going back to school again.
After getting ready from taking a long shower, I made both breakfast and lunch for myself and my parents before heading out. I took out my phone and allowed the music to blast my eardrums as I placed the earpieces in my ears, drowning out any sound around me.
I kept my eyes on the ground, avoiding any sort of eye contact as I walked towards the school. Although muffled, I could hear someone call out behind me. Believing that it wasn’t for me, I kept walking until I heard a loud horn through the sound of my music.
It all happened so fast. I felt someone forcefully pulling on my left arm, causing me to turn around and lose my balance. I quickly closed my eyes, expecting to be met with cement. But instead of embracing the hard ground, I found myself in the grasp of someone’s arms.
“Wow! That was close!” His low, raspy voice tickled my eardrums instead of the sound of my music. “Are you alright?”
I leaned back a little as he gently pushed me away from his body. The first thing I noticed were his soft, gentle eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at them until he spoke up again.
“Are you alright?” He asked again. “The crosswalk was still red when you were crossing the street.”
I blinked a few times and hastily stood up from where I was. Making sure I had everything, I ducked my head down and quickly walked away in embarrassment.
I really hope I don’t see him again, I thought to myself as I rushed towards the school grounds.
“Class, this is Park Euna and she will be with us for the rest of the school year. Please help her if she has any questions or has any difficulties adjusting to our school.” Ms. Goh, a gentle looking lady who appeared to be in her late forties to early fifties, introduced me to my new classroom.
Directing me towards my new seat, I sat down at the center desk in the row closest to the hallways. As I was taking out my pencil case and notebook, I heard someone whispering close behind me.
“You know, you still didn’t answer my question,” the same raspy voice said to me. I turned around and came face-to-face with the owner of the voice.
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