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O W E N TM.

I just want him to be the most elegant butterfly.

' Hey, my nails are beautiful. It cost me almost 2,000 to get them done.'

' Wow, she just got a new manicure to show off. I'm going to retreat.

MCMLimited Edition

Not showing off yet'

' Hey! You heard the news that there are only 100 leaves in the world. I'm screaming.'

'Isn't it? This is really good work.'

Bored is the definition I give to this time in my life. Everywhere I looked in the classroom, there were girls talking about their clothes, their hair, and other things. I really don't understand these women at all. I understand that to be a woman you have to be beautiful first, but I really want to tell them.

I'm here at school, I'm not here to model, it's only on Saturdays and Sundays, you guys are playing and talking like we haven't seen each other in 5 lives.

“Hello, Chanyeol, our handsome young man. I'm Lily, the beautiful girl in the room.

A

I'm going to have new hair, isn't it beautiful?"

“Hey Chanyeolna, I really got my hair done again. Don't you mind taking a look?”

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Jongdae-ah, look at your friend. I'm talking to you, but I'm not talking to you. Plus, I went to get my hair done for him and he didn't even look at it. What a shame."

“Oh Lily, you know Chanyeol has been like this for a long time, right Chanyeol?” Jongdae squeezed my shoulder gently. Then I nodded in response to him. Jongdae then sat down next to me and chased the lilies back to their seats.

“All students, hurry up and take your seats. The teacher is about to enter homeroom. ” My homeroom teacher's voice said at the same time.

"Teacher, I'd like to check the names first. 1 2 3 . . . . 37 38 39 .. Um . . . Where has this one person gone? Class leader, Kyungsoo."

" yes "

“One of my friends in the room is missing.”

"A . . . let me look at it for a moment, teacher."

The stupidest thing is, what kind of language teacher is this? If you check a child's name like this, will you know who's missing? Instead of calling each child by name, I said that this period of my life is really boring. And it's only eight o'clock in the morning. I really hope that today's teacher will let me go home soon.

“Jonggin, teacher Kim, Jongin isn't here yet.”

“Um, is Kim Jongin missing today?”

Crack . . .

“Sorry, teacher, I'm late.”

“Oh . . . uh, . . . Jongin has arrived? Good, go take your seat now.” I looked away from reading the book on the table and looked at the person who had just arrived late to school, Kim Jongin. When he saw me looking, he smiled. gave me something and hurriedly walked to my seat, but for only a fraction of a second I felt something.

'Look, you're late for school and you have bandages all over your body like this.'

'Oh, yes, I think it's probably Sehun, the classmate.

D

That person definitely practiced.'

'Are you crazy? How did you know that?'

'This is me. I secretly knew that those two were together.'

'Heh! It's true'

“Hey, what are you two going to say? I'm annoyed.” I said to the two women in front of me impatiently. I felt strange. I didn't understand why I was hurt even though I could only see the wounds on Kim Jong In's body. I felt the urge to go and hug him to comfort him. I knew that beneath that small smile there was something unhappy. I knew that he was hurt and suffering from it. But what can I do?

I lost that chance a long time ago...

4 p.m.

“Hey Chanyeol, are you coming back home?”

“Huh, what time is it?” I opened my eyes with the force of Jongdae's body shaking.

“It's already four o'clock. Are you going home?” Jongdae said as he put his things into his bag.

“Oh, come back.”

wad

“No, Park Chanyeol, how are you going to get home today? You're cleaning the room,” the voice of the room leader, Do Kyungsoo, spoke up and he picked up a broom and placed it on my table recklessly.

“You're messing up, Kyungsoo. My shit, it's Friday, don't you remember?”

“You really are so forgetful. Don't you remember? on Friday You had a basketball game so you asked to trade cleaning duties with me.”

“What's wrong with you, Kyungsoo?” I really can't imagine asking to exchange shifts with him on Friday.

“Oh, Chanyeol, I forgot to tell you. On Friday, I'll give you my dues,” Jongdae said, holding my shoulder.

“Oh, so why didn't you tell me?”

"Oh, my friend forgot. Friend, I'm sorry."

“Look, I don't care if you know or not. But today you have to do it. Because I made an appointment with my boyfriend and you have no right to refuse,” Kyungsoo said.

Crack . . .

“Kyungsooya”

“Uncle Baekhyunna”

Kyungsoo and uh . . the man called Kyungsoo's boyfriend jumped and hugged each other like they had been apart for a while. One month Jongdae and I laughed a little because this morning Jongdae and I just saw that Baekhyun hyung was there to drop off Chief Kyungsoo. Oh, this couple really loves each other. Then the two of them walked out of the room with Baekhyun hyung carrying his bag and following Kyungsoo.

“Hey, it's Kyungsoo, who do I have to deal with today?” I ran after the pair because I realized that there was someone else who had to clean up with me today.

“Jongin, Kim, Jongin,” Kyungsoo shouted back and waved goodbye to me.

“Chanyeol, would you like me to stay and be your friend?” Jongdae, who had followed me out, asked.

"No need for it, I'm done. I'll go back first. Handsome Minseok is waiting for you to die."

“You idiot!” Jongdae then hit my arm but I could see that his face was red.

“Here, do you see Jongin?”

“I see, Jongin told you just now that he would go get some water to clean the floor and let you set the table first.”

“Oh, okay, thank you very much.”

“Oh, I'm gone. Please go home. Bye.” When I finished separating from Jongdae, I went straight back to the classroom and swept the floor, waiting for Jongin to collect water and mop the floor. But I think the person who has to go collect water should be me. Can I let the injured person carry the water bucket?

Then I put down the broom.

Crack . . . wad !

“Sorry I'm late.”

“Jonggin! What did you do to get wet like this? ”

“It's . . . It's okay. We were just carrying a bucket of water and tripped on the stairs. . . Now it spilled on us.” I picked up Jongin and sat him on the table. Then walked back to my table.

“Jongin, did you bring your gym clothes?”

“No. . . .” Then I walked back to Jongin, carrying my gym uniform.

"Come on, change this, or you'll die of cold. Today the weather is 28 degrees."

"I. . . can't . . ."

“Why, Jongin? I'm in no hurry to take it back. You just wear it.” I said, handing it to Jongin, but he bowed his head and shook his head.

"You can't wear it. We can't wear it."

“Jongin! !”

“Huh. . . . . . I'm sorry.” Damn it. What did I do? Why did I have to yell at Jongin?

“No, Jongin, I'm sorry.”

“I didn't mean to yell at you. I . . . just . . .”

"I'm just worried about you. I'm sorry."

“Huh . . . Chanyeol.”

“Ra . . . I'm so excited . . . I really can't wear it. If Sehun saw him he would be very angry.”

"Are you dating? . . ." I asked myself, why did I have to feel hurt?

“Ah, um . . .”

“ . . . ” When we were both silent The whole room seemed cooler.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Sehun, these are the wounds, right?” I put down my gym uniform and carefully rubbed Jongin's bandaged arm.

“So . . . Sehun was just angry when he saw us looking at Chanyeol . . . so he grabbed our arm a little too hard.”

“Here.” I ran my hand over Jongin's white neck that had a red mark on it.

“Because we cried for Chanyeol . . .”

“And this..” Then my hand gently touched the red, cracked lips.

"We . . . called Chanyeol's name when Sehun hugged us."

I can't stand it anymore. I really can't stand it anymore. I pulled Jongin into a hug. What was this feeling of longing? Why did I ruin everything then? Why did I let my little butterfly go through something like this? We both hugged each other in silence. The whole room was so quiet that I could hear Jongin's sobbing. I felt pain in my heart when I heard Jongin's cries. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that I didn't take care of Jongin well enough.

“I'm sorry, it hurts a lot, right?”

“Huh . . . Cha Chanyeol, let us go now. Sehun is coming to pick us up.” Jongin tried to push me away but I didn't want to lose Jongin a second time. I can't stand it anymore. Why does everything have to be like this?

Crack . . .

“Brother Chanyeol . . . let my people come back now.”

“Sa . . . Sehun . . .”

Why, my god, I was only born a few minutes before him? Just because we're twins, just because I'm the older brother, is it that I have to sacrifice for my younger brother?

I dressed like this again. Are you confused? Haha. The mood just came so I dressed up. After reading it, you can tell me how it is in the comments. ^_^