Team 4

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Student Council Team

It's over.

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If you don't want to be a loser Don't make others bully you.

The little boy looked at his friend the same age who was only taller than Chen Le, and he trembled in fear even though it wasn't the first time he had been in such an unhappy situation. But he couldn't get used to it.

“Why are you standing still? Don't you know your duties?” The clear voice of a youth who was trying to keep his face calm in order to intimidate another person gave him many advantages. For example, with a height that is higher than people of the same age.

“But this is just the first day of school.”

“So what?” After chewing the gum in his mouth a few times, he continued, “The school break has been over for three months. I miss you terribly.”

Chenle made eye contact with the person in front of him for just a moment. In the end, he agreed to do his 'duty' because he didn't want to be hurt and leave it to his mother. His small hand reached into the pocket of his school pants. Then he took out a few green bills.

“Thank you for feeding me again.”

It wasn't time to say goodbye or move anywhere. A third voice sounded, which was considered strange for normal students to walk around the narrow, musty building between the cafeteria and the school building. Besides...

student president

Chenle's face turned pale. His neck and shoulders wrinkled with more fear than before, unlike his classmates who still stood with their hands in their trouser pockets and chewed gum with a fearless expression on their faces.

“Guys, uh, why don't you go get in line?”

Actually, Jisung never seriously thought that this dim-witted older man would be chosen to be student council president. Last semester, when he saw a taller person going out to campaign, no one paid any attention to him. He just thought about it. It's fun not knowing who to choose when entering the erotic booth. The result is that you get the highest score.

But look at that expression. The voice trembled without any firmness, the mouth moved as if it were opened any more and Dok Phikun would fall off the thick round glasses he wore all the time, obscuring those frightened eyes and the thick book he always carried around. But at least he still had enough height to look intimidating. But not with Jisung.

“My friend just lost something. So let's go find each other.” Jisung walked out of the dark nook of the building with Chenle following close behind. Their eyes met for only a moment and the elder was defeated and looked down.

“Pa, go get in line now. Otherwise, I will deduct points from you two.”

“Yes!” A teasing voice emanated from the younger man before he turned to give a fierce shout. He gestured for his little friend to follow quietly and not say a word. He left the gum in his mouth as a souvenir for his senior by spitting it out and accidentally taping it on the tip of his completely black student shoe. good

“Hey, hey... why are you doing this? Hey!” A frightened voice sounded behind Jisung. But it didn't make him afraid at all.

I swear that if anyone else saw Jisung's flirtatious expression like this, he would probably have a few cuts at the corners of his mouth...

But who knows that what we see each other every day is not a mask that the other party chooses to wear?

“I redid my hair, is that cool?” Jisung nudged the friend next to him. Guy who, since meeting Jai in the morning, hasn't greeted him one bit about his hair style, even though It's so outstanding that it will prick your eyes. In the end, he couldn't bear it and had to ask himself.

“That's good.”

“Hey, I'm doing it like Gu Jun Pyo. This will make you look cool and scary.” (*Ku Jun Pyo, the lead actor

F4

Korean version)

“Um, when are you going to stop?”

“...You said that again, Jeno.”

Then their conversation ended and everyone was silent, no one daring to continue the sentence just now. Jeno is Jisung's only close friend who knows almost everything about each other's lives. Jeno knows Jisung better than anyone. I know that this friend is not who I try to be.

“Come here.” A large hand grabbed the small wrist and pulled it with force. The set yanked another person to get up and follow along. Fortunately, it was already a ten-minute break, so I didn't have to ask the teacher for permission to leave. Jisung who thinks he's big Has a lot of strength but has never once been able to compete with Geno's strength. When the other person is taller and bigger

“What is this to you?”

“Stop!” A long, slender index finger touched Jisung's thin, pink lips as he reached the school's fire escape, which was hidden from view, and he immediately cried out loudly. “You can be the Jisung you always have been. Now there's just the two of us.”

“What is this doing to me? Is it permanent?” The voice that was once strong had softened until it sounded like it was coming from a different person. Jeno touched the soft hair that was now curling into strands.

"No... it's gone in a couple of days."

“Then why are you going to do it? The original was already cute.” His handsome face looked extremely dissatisfied. Thin brows furrowed together, sharp eyes staring at the friend in front of him expectantly.

"Well, we want to be like Gu Jun Pyo. Haven't you ever seen him? Everyone in school is afraid of him." If anyone saw Park Ji Sung at this time, they would definitely think that he had twins whose personalities were as different as heaven and hell. Both his voice and facial expression were not at all like the Jisung that the other classmates knew.

“No matter what hair style you have, making your face look grumpy like this isn't scary at all. I like straight hair better.” His bright cheeks were pinched by his big friend again with diligence. Jeno usually did things like this when the two of them were alone. That's right, everyone wanted to do this to someone like him. I like it all myself. “You don't have to put on a sad face.

I don't want to talk about this often. Yes, but when will you stop being like this?”

“Jeno knows...” Here again, this thing of looking up and staring... His death move.

“It's been three years already. This is the end of high school. Stop acting like a child.”

“Well..”

“Didn't we warn you to be careful of being possessed by it? You can't quit, right?"

"But we didn't do anything wrong."

“Isn't it wrong to go plow Chenle's money?!”

“We always use that money to buy snacks back to Chen! It's like Chen left the money with us!”

Perfect!

“Oh!!”

“Who taught you to think like this?!” Jeno's forehead was slammed hard once as punishment because his annoying words made him unable to take action against this friend. Is it very chic? Go plow his money and take it back.

"It's Geno. He was the one who told us to return the money to the real owner. He pretended to forget." His small mouth stretched out wantonly and his arms were crossed over his chest.

“We give it back straight away, naughty boy! Just give it another two weeks. And stop acting crazy like that.” His tone turned serious again, telling the other party that there was no Yuan like before anymore, even though Jisung was a scary person in the eyes of outsiders. No one wants to get close. or talk to, but for Geno Jisung is just a stubborn kid who refuses to grow up.

However, the fire escape is still in the school zone, which means anyone can enter and exit at any time... A mischievous glint appeared beneath the thick, round lenses, and no one noticed that there was a third person joining the conversation.

“Please allow me,” Jisung's familiar voice rang out, interrupting the tall teacher who was teaching at the front of the room. I just talked to him this morning, standing awkwardly in front of the door of the room. With things in their hands piling up, everyone turned in one direction, that way. “I brought documents about the 40th anniversary activities. Please give me the school year."

The room remained silent. Jisung, who was sitting next to the door, looked at him with a blank expression as he carried a large stack of papers from the new student council president, hoping to help, but our appearance shouldn't do that, combined with the inappropriate actions he had done earlier in the day. And also So he chose to sit still. until the young teacher's voice rang out.

“Put it on your desk first. As soon as I'm done teaching, I'll give it out."

A tall figure took a few steps past the classroom and stopped in front of Jisung, as it was the closest table. A soft thump sounded. The paper made contact with the wooden table, but it didn't startle the little person much if it was just the eyes hiding behind the round lenses that didn't look normal. His brows furrowed tightly, waiting for his senior to walk away and then immediately turn to his friend next to him.

“Jeno, do you know the guy from just now?”

“Well, it's the new president. Asked something strange." Jeno turned around and answered in a low voice because he was afraid that the teacher would call him out for talking in the class.

"Oh, I know. What does that mean? What's his name? What room is he in? That kind of thing!"

“Brother Mark, six over ten, last semester he was introducing himself.”

"Oh, didn't you listen?"

“Then why do you want to know? You don't have to go looking for trouble to tease him. Seeing someone who is a little neat will make you tingle all over the place."

Pok!

The tip of the pen in Jeno's hand hit his forehead lightly, warning him not to do anything nonsense again. Jisung pursed his lips and rubbed the area where the pen touched.

"No, but I think he's weird."

"how?"

“I can't tell you.”

He still remembers the look from just now, it really contrasted with his expression.

This brother is definitely not ordinary!

“Mr. Park Ji Sung, Mathayom 4/3, kindly came to meet the student council president at the student council room. When class is over."

The owner of the name was so startled that the pencil in his hand fell to the floor. Jisung turned to look at Jeno, who was also looking at him with raised eyebrows. But it wasn't just his friends who were staring at him with suspicion, over forty pairs of eyes all turned towards him in unison.

When will this announcement on the phone be canceled? It's clearly a humiliation!

“Dammit! The pencil lead is all broken.” But Jisung didn't seem to care about those auras of curiosity. The little man bent down to pick up his favorite mechanical pencil that had fallen near his feet, and his expression of concern slipped out as the round head fell under. the table before returning to his normal expression when he looked up.

'Description...?'

The scribbled handwriting on the scrap of paper that was on his desk made him turn around and look at Jeno suspiciously. He had no idea that this close friend was suspicious of him no different than anyone else, but all he got in return was a slip of paper. A handsome man who is only as spoiled as a monkey's ass.

'Let me tell you'

Jisung used a mechanical pencil that had just had its lead replaced to write a reply and returned it to its owner, pointing at the blackboard to tell the questioner to focus on studying first.

The remaining twenty minutes passed quickly for Jisung. He never wished for the end of school to come this late. In addition to having to enter the student council room reserved for special needs students, he also had to be questioned by A close friend as well. As soon as the bell signaled the end of the period, it sounded. Before he could put his things together, Little Wrist was immediately dragged to his usual place.

Fire escape...

but...

"wait a minute..."

wad!

“Oh!”

Jeno was already ready to dash towards the fire escape but was suddenly tripped by a simple voice. with the arm raised to block it Until Jisung, who was behind him, couldn't see the way ahead and had to press his head against his back. A small voice muttered behind him. If Jeno had to guess, Jisung would definitely be rubbing his head non-stop right now.

“Yes?” Jeno remembered that this hyung was also a member of the student committee.

“Park Jisung, right? Come with me. The student council president is waiting.” The senior looked over at Jeno like he wasn't standing there. Jisung didn't answer. Try to keep a calm face, but inside you're as chaotic as Monday morning traffic.

“I want to talk to my friend first,” Jeno retorted, but he was ignored for the second time.

“Are the speakers broken around here? Even though I don't know about this kid being summoned, Park Ji Sung, please come with me quickly."

Damn it, Brother Mark, what the hell is this? Are you so afraid that he'll mess up the appointment like this, that you have to send people to follow him like this!!

“Let's talk later. Please pack up your things and we'll be right back." The smaller man whispered into his male friend's ear from behind before twisting his wrist to free himself from his grip and walking towards the older man who had been standing guard since who knows when.

“We'll call you soon.” Jisung made a phone call and walked out to follow the older man.

The way from the classroom to the student council room was an awkward moment for Jisung, not least Donghyuk hyung, whose name Jisung only learned three minutes ago when walking past his group of friends, kept pulling a face. He hardly smiled at all. Plus, he hasn't spoken a single word to him. Moreover, he seems more suitable for the position of student president than Pee Tim. Where is that person?

“Go in and sit and wait, the sofa on the right.” After saying that, he disappeared into the next room. that has a sign that says '

staff only’

Jisung, on the other hand, went into a room that was specially reserved for students who had been called in to talk.

The cool air from the air conditioner floats against your cute face until you get goosebumps all over your body, but the room is secretly luxurious as well. The floor was shiny white tiles, and a shiny black leather sofa stood on the right hand side, arranged in an L shape like the senior had said. On the left side, there was a small table. It's full of jars filled with crackers. Next was the water dispenser. Jisung walked over and sat down on the soft sofa, looking around the room tensely. After a while, someone opened the door.

P'Mark, student president for academic year 2016

“Park Jisung…” The same tone of voice, same awkward expression. What's strange is probably the shoes... "Do you remember me?"

The tall man sat down on the same sofa, just on the other side of the L shape. Now the couple is greeted, so they sit opposite each other. Jisung changed his sitting position from leaning back on the sofa to sitting straight.

“We met this morning.” And of course, there was no fear in that tone.

“You probably have to punish us.” Jisung rolled his eyes in the figure eight for about two times, even though their eyes didn't dare meet. Like this, would you still dare to order punishment for him? Do you think it's a person like Park Ji Sung? Will the ringleader of my class agree to do so easily?

Ah... the image of Park Ji Sung that was drawn was very different from the real thing.

“What did I do wrong?”

“One, extorting other students for over two years. The second is destroying the property of the student council president.” Coming to this sentence, the smaller man burst out laughing when he saw the condition of those shoes again, but calling them a pair didn't seem very accurate because one side was a colored school shoe. Black, but the other foot was a flip-flop, pinching the horizon.

“Oh, that's not something that should be laughed at.” His feet were pulled away, embarrassed because he was the student council president. It would not be appropriate to wear only sandals.

But wearing it like this doesn't mean it looks good.

"Come on, what are you going to punish me for?"

“By order of the student council president, Park Ji Sung, the 4th and 3rd high school students must stop their habit of extorting money from others. and came to help work at the council for one month.”

“Huh?!” The trembling hand of the student with the highest authority handed over a piece of paper with the official school seal stamped on it and placed it on the low table in front of the sofa.

Sigh, who chose Mark to be president? Having Donghyuck just now look even more frightening.

"And if I don't do it?"

“I have to do it.”

“Nonsense, bro. I've been doing this for almost three years. The previous president didn't think he was interfering with anything at all.”

“Well, because no one else is doing anything, hyung... I have to do it.” His voice sounded soft at the last sentence, as if he had been forced to do this again, but Jisung wasn't afraid at all. A little bit The more this sixth grader showed an expression of fear and lack of confidence in himself, the more He only got more hearts.

“I'll excuse myself.” Jisung stood up, put his hands in both pockets of his pants and prepared to step out of the sewing room. Honestly, he was a little afraid that he would act like this in the student council area if he didn't. If other people came in and saw it, they must have been dealt a heavy blow.

“Wait!” Mark stood up to his full height, taking just three steps to stop in front of the stubborn, stubborn junior.

"yes"

“Whatever, I have to do it.”

tuk tak tuk tak

Damn it!

The corners of his mouth raised slyly, the eerie eyes peering through the thick lenses. His voice was firm and clear with every syllable, plus the distance was reduced to less than a inch as the tall figure leaned closer...as if he were a totally different person from just a moment ago.

Light perfume smell It floated into his nose, bringing Jisung's consciousness back to normal. The image in front of him returned to being Mark, the neat, laconic man who stood about an arm's length away. Or was what he saw just now just an illusion? Eyes on each other? But even so, it made him unable to take the sheet of regulations he had to do into his hands. I can't even remember when he handed it to me.

Where did Jisung say something wrong? Brother Mark is truly extraordinary...

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Students must arrive at the student council room within time. 6:30 a.m. and perform assigned tasks until the activity begins in front of the flagpole for 30 days.

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After school each day, students must come and help in the student council room until 5:00 p.m. or with permission from the student body president So you can go home for 30 days.

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Students are not allowed to use words and behavior to threaten classmates or people from different grades. If seen, the punishment period will be increased accordingly.

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Throughout this 30 day period, the student body president's orders are considered an ultimatum. Students have no right to object.

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If the punishment period has expired and the student still behaves in the same way, the student body president has the right to increase the length or severity of the punishment as appropriate.

As soon as he finished reading, some of them almost crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the incinerator, pretending not to understand the long message. But he couldn't do as he wanted because of the last iron rule.

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Because this punishment is only considered a warning, but if the student does not comply with the above regulations, the student president has the right to notify the student's parents at any time.

If Jisung still wants to eat and be full. Sleep well. This matter will definitely not reach your parents' ears. Otherwise, I would probably have to go without food or water. Accidentally, on Saturday and Sunday, there would also be additional quarantine.

After the piece of paper was in Jisung's hand, Mark walked out of the room with a smile that normal people had never seen before, but he had to shut it when he opened the door to see the little guy's best friend. After finishing packing his and Jisung's things, Jeno decided to stand and wait for his friend in front of the student council room instead. Of course, Jisung was grumpy as soon as they saw each other.

“We told you already, right? Have you ever been warned? You should deserve it more.” was the first sentence the older friend said after listening to the situation in detail, followed by a gentle touch on the curls of his hair and words of comfort. “One month is just a moment. We'll wake up early and come back in the evening as friends."

“You idiot with power glasses!” Instantly, his eyes and a mocking smile that seemed like the only one he had ever seen appeared again in the memory. His slender brows couldn't help but knit together. The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. There was no answer to what he saw.

What kind of crazy person would have two personalities that are so different?

But has he forgotten that he is no different?

The next morning, Jisung wakes up dazed and mutes both his cell phone alarm clocks. The tablet and the small bedside clock that were already dim at this time looked more like a single line like in a cartoon. Maybe because it wasn't his usual time to wake up, he didn't want to be far from the soft blanket. But before falling asleep again Some of them immediately forced themselves to get up and move away from the comfortable bed.

Once he had finished organizing himself, the black backpack was carried by its owner, Ji Sung, and he walked down the stairs to the ground floor of the house. Then he turned into the dining room as usual because his body had already experienced the coolness of the water and Jisung's consciousness was fully restored at this time.

“Why did you wake up so early?” the mother asked in surprise as she prepared breakfast for three people.

"Ji has work at school at the moment. I'll be home later in the evening, Mom. Today I won't eat breakfast. It's getting late now." The short hand and long hand from his wristwatch said that it was now 6:00 AM. pm and if you try to leave later than this, you'll definitely not make it on time.

“Father! Go send Ji first!!” Jisung shouted loudly enough to reach the second floor where his father sat clearing up a few documents. before leaving for the company Before that followed by the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs. The little man heard it, so he put on his shoes and got into the car to wait neatly.

“Why did you leave the house so early today?”

"I don't know. I see that I have work and will be back late." The woman answered her husband who had just arrived downstairs and walked through the kitchen. The three fried eggs she had fried were already barren.

"I'll ask my son myself what we want to do in the evening." With that, a handsome young man walked into the car, following his son closely.

Ji Sung's family status is considered average. Not very rich, but not poor. The Park family consists of 3 members: father, mother, and Jisung, and they have to pick them up and drop them off like this every day just because Jisung is not like other boys. No matter how much he grows up, it will probably be difficult for his parents to let him go anywhere by himself, and if they knew what Jisung was like at school, they might even follow him to sit and watch over him in his room. All right.

“Is there any work at school?” the father asked as the car turned out in front of the alley. The school is considered not too far from home, about 15 minutes to get there if the traffic isn't congested.

"Uh... sports day."

“But it's just the start of the semester. Normally you have to be close. Isn't it second term?"

“Well, they moved it to the end of the first semester, Dad. So I have to hurry, haha.”

Totally lying!! Jisung could only lower his head, clenching his hands tightly because he was starting to sweat. His heart was pounding. He was afraid that his father would be suspicious and ask for more than that. Coming up with lies like this was really not fun at all.

“So what time will you be back this evening? Father will be able to allocate appropriate time to pick us up.”

"Five o'clock. Five o'clock."

“Okay, quit and call your dad. Study hard, child.” A strand of soft hair was ruffled until it was fluffy by the father's hand before the car came to a complete stop in front of a private school near the house. Jisung thanked and said hello to his father like he did every morning and got out of the car. Head to the student council room.

js:

We've arrived at school.

jenolee:

Okay, I'm sorry. I woke up late today so I couldn't go with you.

js:

I don't see any problem. See you later.

jenoleesent you a sticker.

Finished typing up his situation report as Jeno ordered, Jisung suddenly stopped in front of the student council room. The original stained glass door was opened and the air conditioner still worked well. Because even though the door isn't fully open, you can feel the coolness. But instead of opening to find an empty room, there were people already sitting and waiting.

“Punctual.” Mark sat comfortably on the black sofa. His appearance was the same as usual, with very neat clothes and round glasses, but Jisung's expression was completely unfamiliar.

It's strange that Jisung is starting to be afraid of people. This has really come up.

“Yes, what do you want me to do?”

“Let's go get a broom in that room and clean the floor.” Jisung looked at his finger pointing towards the back of the room. He found a door. He placed his backpack on a small table and walked to open the door. It was like a small storage room. Complete with cleaning equipment

The broom and dustpan were taken out before the door closed again.

“Sweep it all over to make it clean.” Someone turned to look at the hammer at the owner of the voice who was sitting on the sofa, but couldn't find anyone sitting there. So he looked around the room and saw a senior standing and taking crackers out of a jar. In the corner of the snacks, Jisung wouldn't mind if...

"Oh, it's spilled again."

Pieces of crackers fell to dust all over the floor only because Mark dropped his tongs or pretended to bite and let the rest fall on the floor. Not enough, this crazy senior walked around the room carrying the problematic snack and stopped. on the sofa again This is clearly a deliberate prank!

But even so, Jisung didn't say anything because he didn't want to cause any more problems for himself. Until every corner of the room was covered. Luckily, this room was not very wide and there was not a lot of furniture, so it took only half an hour to clean this room.

But did you think that things were that simple...?

“Jisung, you spilled your snacks again. I'm sorry, but can you come sweep over here one more time?”

Round 3!!!

It was the third time that Mark Lee had honestly apologized to his juniors even though he had intentionally crushed the crackers into powder and scattered them on the ground. Jisung rolled his eyes until his eye muscles were strong but he agreed to sweep up the scraps. But this time was different from the previous round in that he caught sight of the nervous smile of the sitting senior!

“Are you teasing me?!!!”

“When did you tease me?” The older man's face became annoyed when suddenly a clear voice shouted out, filling the room with a loud bang! of the broom hitting the floor violently

“I accidentally spilled the crackers. Let me keep sweeping, right?!”

“Oh, no, no…” Mark lowered his head and clasped his hands together in fear. It's like a child being scolded by an adult, "I'm sorry."

"I don't know, I'm not doing it anymore!" Even with his bare feet, he kicked the broom lying on the floor to vent his anger.

“During this 30 day period, the student body president's order is considered an ultimatum. Students have no right to object...”

“Huh?”

“Fourth point, don't you remember?” A sheet of paper similar to the one Jisung got yesterday floated in front of the little man by Mark Lee's hand, a document with crazy details that bound him and made him be in the same room as a human. Crazy at a time like this, really crazy! “Otherwise, I can call your parents right now.”

You crazy bastard...

Jisung pursed his lips for emphasis. Before bending down to pick up the broom that he had thrown away, he couldn't help sweeping up the crumbs with the student president's smile indicating that he was quite happy.

"I'm done sweeping," he said, and took the broom and dustpan back to the same place for another round. 10 minutes and then it's time to line up and take photos and do activities in front of the flagpole. But it seemed like this student council president wasn't going to let him leave this room easily.

“Wait.” The figure who was grabbing his own backpack and carrying it on his shoulder had to stop when an opposing force grabbed his bag.

"yes?"

“Mark, it's time to inspect the building.” It was Donghyuk who entered the first conversation between the two of them. He leaned forward and only his upper body was visible from the door.

“Let's go with Jam first. I'm a little busy with work here."

“Oh?! Okay, okay.” Then the other senior disappeared behind that door, leaving only Jisung and the other two seniors with strange personalities.

“Sit down first,” Mark said and sat down to let Jisung sit as well. But the smaller man's expression was clearly nervous.

“But it will line up…”

“With you, no one is going to deduct points. Sit!” Because of the loud noise, Jisung had to put his bag down in the same place and sit down in the same position he had been sitting in since yesterday's conversation with his fellow student council members. He didn't behave properly.

So, what kind of person are you exactly?

“What is it?” the younger man asked.

"Massage your legs, they're sore."

“How about a leg massage?” Maybe because of Jisung's expression that he clearly didn't understand, Mark repeated the same sentence while raising his foot to rest in front of Jisung's leg who was sitting not too far away. His small eyes widened and another person's actions His hand was ready to push his leg hard. This came out, but he seemed to realize it because the pressure on him was much harder than before.

“Why do I have to get a massage?!”

“Would you like me to repeat those six rules again?”

"..." There was no response. In addition to the look of being bored with the force of the forceful squeeze. On Jisung's thighs, he exerted extra force. For this cute student council president ^-^

“Can it be a little lighter? Are you going to squeeze my bones to bits in your hands?”

“Alright, that's good…” His pink lips parted, obviously speaking in a low voice because he didn't want the other person to hear him before adjusting his voice to a normal volume and asking a question. "Seriously, what kind of person are you?"

“You should be happy. Few people know my true personality.” Mark Lee leaned comfortably on the sofa. He really didn't want to reveal his identity to people outside the student council because it might cause him to lose control. Pretending to be a nerd who can't keep up with everyone gives him a deeper insight into the problems at this school than he does himself, even though it may seem like he lacks leadership. But he was controlling everyone, so at least he knew that there were a lot of spoiled children who liked to bully weaker people in this school.

Like the fourth grade student in front of him, Mark knew that Jisung was just a smart-mouthed kid. No, he had to say that he was kind-hearted and bad-mouthed, no matter how pretentious he looked. Or how many people will he be rude to? But this kid is just like a kitten. From the picture he accidentally saw on the fire escape while he was walking to check on the order and find the kid secretly smoking, it was clear enough that Jisung I can't compare with him at all.

But if Jisung was compared to other gangsters, Jisung's punishment was very light. Because what he prepared for mischievous children was actually much more brutal than this. With this kid, he just wanted to tease me out of annoyance. The more I realized that it was true. Being just an innocent child, Mark Lee even more wanted to tease him and cry.

"means that..."

“Just like that... These glasses are causing my eyes to hurt.” Jisung looked at the other's actions without understanding. Mark was taking off the glasses he was wearing and placing them next to his body. Lean your head back and close your eyes.

“Then why do you have to act like a nerd?”

“Busy... that's enough, let's go outside.” The tall figure brought the legs that were draped over the younger ones down to the ground as they should, and picked up his glasses and put them on as before. and changed his expression to the same as when he first met Jisung “Let's follow me. The teacher will get it no matter what.”

“Uh huh,” Jisung picked up his bag and carried it again, confused. Of course he still didn't quite understand what this senior was saying, but his artistic brain was trying to process it into something like this. It's the simplest thing, but it just takes a long time.

Mark Lee walked the young junior to the large football field that was used as a venue for activities in front of the school's flagpole to check on the order. By now, Donghyuk and Jaemin had probably walked through almost every building. Every class and every time I dissect any teacher. Mark always bowed to me. Ploy had Jisung follow along as they walked along the field. until passing through the row of Jisung's rooms

“You can go get in line. See you in the evening.”

“Ugh!”

Honestly, Jisung doesn't know how to act?

And can anyone tell anyone about Mark's story?

Whoever you mean is Jeno. Who else?

From the first day Jisung was punished, a week has now passed. And Jisung was faced with the truth that he didn't want to admit: huddling in a cool, air-conditioned room wasn't much of a chore for the past five days. He only cleans up the morning and evening, and during the day he is responsible for carrying boxed lunches to distribute to the elders.

Only in the Student Council. Every day at around 11:30 a.m., there will be a notification from the Student Council President with a long list of 12 food boxes.

Ah... Actually, aside from lunch time, there are also some notifications from Brother Mark.

For example, asking if I'm home yet. Or have you gone to sleep yet? Recently, he also said goodnight, but Jisung didn't think it was that strange. He felt like his behavior was being controlled so that he wouldn't do anything bad again.

If you're wondering when they started LINE...what else would it have been like if it wasn't someone using power and iron rules? Those 6 points came to force the younger people to agree to exchange Lines for good.

“When you're done, call me. If you can't call, it's the same football field.” Jeno handed back Jisung's bag that he volunteered to carry, fearing that ten books would really put pressure on his shorter best friend's shoulder. Jisung's height wasn't too short, it was just that everyone around him was taller than the small person.

“Oh, I want to go play football too.” His face was as cute as every evening. The tall friend couldn't help but raise his hand to ruffle the soft hair that had returned to being as straight as usual.

“How about another three weeks? Are you going to cry like this every day you come here? How can you go in and you'll get scolded?” Because before this, he had been scolded in a stern voice by the owner of thick glasses for standing and chatting with his friend Jisung, so he had to force himself to open the door. Entering the cold room is prohibited.

“Okay, play for us, see you later.” Jisung waved goodbye to Jeno and pushed open the glass door.

It's strange that today no one came to sit and wait like usual...To say that today the line was quiet as well...

Jisung sat on the soft sofa playing with his phone, killing time even though he knew his duty was to grab a broom and sweep the floor. But everywhere there was no one to come and take control, so let's linger for a bit. I just swept it this morning and it still wasn't that dirty.

But I didn't think it would last this long.

More than forty minutes had passed, almost an hour, but there was still no sign of the tall figure showing up, so Jisung took the opportunity to walk out of the room he was sitting in and go to the next room instead.

Standing and knocking on the door for a long time, no one came out to find him. Normally, he only had the right to stick his hand through the door to deliver a box of lunch. Today, if he asked to be taken in with his whole body, no one would say anything.

The glass door is the same as the room next door. It was opened but found only emptiness. There were only three rows of tables. There were only four people in a row. Some of them quietly closed the door and slowly lifted their legs, taking one step at a time, like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being caught. Slender White walked down the aisle between the tables, his eyes scanning the surroundings. observationally

Each desk is filled with documents and has a computer. This made Jisung envious. On days when the student council members hardly studied at all and they still had computers to play on in the cool air conditioned room. It was different from ordinary students like him who had to sit sweating in crowded classrooms.

“How did you get in?” A familiar voice sounded from the doorway. Jisung, who was about to continue walking, had to quickly pull his legs back and slowly turn around. Come face to face with the person who had been waiting for over an hour.

"is..."

“Can't you read Thai? The sign says that only staff can enter.”

“Oh, I'm sorry.” Damn it, he was angry at someone, his voice was calm and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly. I don't wear glasses anymore. “I have been sitting and waiting for a long time and no one has come to look in this room.”

“Go out and wait in the same room first, I'll follow you.” Jisung nodded and hurriedly trotted back to his original place. He didn't know what the senior had gotten into, but he thought it wouldn't be good for him. If you resist and argue like in the past,

Sitting and waiting for less than five minutes. A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Mark today. It was really different from what Jisung saw every day.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” the owner of the voice dropped onto the sofa so hard that a thump sounded. The hem of his school shirt that had come loose from the waistband of his pants bounced slightly because of the force of the impact before it fell flat on his flat stomach due to gravity. His long legs came up and leaned on the glass table in front of him. He leaned his head against the sofa, clearly showing his exhaustion.

Jisung really wanted to ask what was wrong with him but thought it was better to just sit quietly.

“So have you cleaned it yet?”

"Yay, not yet." Just making eye contact, I don't dare to do it right now. I don't know if I'll be scolded or not...

“Today you don't have to do it. I'll go out with you soon." Mark sat back in the normal position that normal people sit in and took out his cell phone in his pants pocket and typed something in without paying attention to his confused face. It's a little bit of the younger generation.

“Where are you going?”

“Follow and you'll know. I'll go get my school bag first. Jisung carries his bag and goes out to wait in front of the room." After saying that, he got up and stormed out. The younger man could only follow the command easily. Jisung shouldered his backpack and stood and waited. outside

“Let's go.” A heavy arm wrapped around Jisung's shoulders without holding back his weight for a moment, and the doppelganger walked away without asking or saying a word about where they were going.

“Where are we going?” a clear voice asked, turning to look at the person beside him, “Oh?! Why..."

“I know you're handsome. You shouldn't be shocked at all.” Mark Lee smiled with a blank expression on his face. The person next to me, who was now especially stuck together, had a cute face not even an inch away. "Let's go to the cold milk shop in front of the school. Hurry and walk. I'm hungry."

Damn it, Jisung is really going crazy. Why is this senior like the weather in Thailand like this? It will be gloomy like a rainstorm coming in. Soon the sun will shine brightly and brightly. How about round glasses and the neatest outfit? It's like Brother Mark has twins.

The cold milk shop that Mark was talking about is a small shop, the size of a shophouse in front of Ji Sung School. I see it every morning and every evening, but I've never been able to come in and try it because every time I walk by, there are always a lot of people. I don't want to be crowded into a small shop and cause much frustration. But even so, the decoration of the shop is considered cute. If you like taking photos, you'll probably enjoy it quite a bit.

“Take fresh milk and blend it and toast with milk and sugar. Do we have anything to eat?” Jisung was slightly startled by the nudges from the people who came with him as he was observing the surrounding shops. So I got a bit carried away.

"Ah... Cocoa is cold."

After paying and receiving the table number, Mark held the small wrist loosely. Then they walked along the way to the back of the store. Jisung, at first, didn't quite understand where the big man was taking him, but he groaned inwardly when he saw the narrow staircase hidden at the end.

“Is there a second floor?”

“But not many people know. It's really quiet up there.” Jisung nodded and walked slowly one step at a time because the stairs here were quite steep. Made a mistake and fell down, causing quite a bit of pain.

“Then what did you think of dragging me to this restaurant?” As soon as I sat down on the chair, a sweet voice immediately asked. The second floor was really quiet like Mark said. Because there was almost no one besides two students from the same school sitting in opposite corners of the room.

“When I'm stressed, I like it.”

“Oh... so what's the deal with you? Before, he still had a grumpy face like a dog with a wrinkled face. "Hmm... Has Jisung ever told you that Mark is like a puppy?

"I told you, it's not a dog."

“It's like dying.”

"I guess I'd like to see the punishment period extended." The corner of his mouth turned up to one side in a sly manner. When he couldn't win an argument, he always used this as a threat. and would get Jisung's frown and frown instead. "There's a little matter in the council. I'm sorry. I accidentally got a little annoyed."

"Then I won't give you back the cocoa fee."

“I was planning to raise it anyway.” Because just now the place was cramped, Mark cut off the chaos by leaving first. The little one intended to ask the older person about the price later. But Mark actually intended to pay as he said.

"You're such a braggart." His mouth was small, like he liked to do. This caused quite a bit of laughter from the people across from him. Mark had to admit that this kid was surprisingly cool and this wasn't the first time.

For example, last Thursday, he was briefed by the teacher who inserted pressure from time to time until he was stressed and made him annoyed at everything. But just sitting and watching this kid clean the council lounge, he saw a small figure. Walking around, small, pink lips murmuring about the dust that wouldn't go into the dustpan or listening to the soft, clear voice humming a song. It brought a smile to his face.

Jisung is like a magic potion too.

“Why do you like coming to this restaurant, Mark?”

“The desserts are delicious. The owner of the shop is cute. I don't mind sitting and reading all day,” he explained, popping the very sweet toast that had just been served into his mouth. “Do you want to eat it?”

"Uh, no, what time is it?"

“It's already five o'clock.”

“Hey!!” Jisung hurriedly searched for his cell phone in his school bag.

“Is there something wrong?”

The little man didn't answer, still searching for what he wanted. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out if he had forgotten to do something or not, until he realized just now that there was another person waiting to come home with him. When he found his phone, Jisung immediately pressed the call button. And when the person on the other end of the line receives the first word he says, there's no need to guess at all. It's definitely an apology.

(Why did you stay this long?) The secretly dissatisfied tone that came out made Jisung feel even more guilty than before.

“So will you come? Or will you go back?”

(Let's find it soon)

“So, what do you want to eat? I will go and order it for you.”

(I don't want it. I'll see you soon.)

“Okay, we're on the second floor. You can try asking at the counter. See you later." The call ended. Jisung turned to face his senior who was munching on a snack again. “Would you be okay if my friend came and sat with me?”

“Can you not be okay now? It's coming here,” he said, sucking the white liquid into his mouth before putting the glass back in its original place. “And who will come? Surely it's a friend?"

No, Mark Lee didn't trick me into asking whether he had a boyfriend or not.

“Friend, Jeno, I see you every day.” It's true what Jisung said that Mark always sees this close friend of Jisung's. Not when he dropped him off or when he came to take him home, but he always thought that this good-looking kid with a big nose definitely didn't think of his small body as just a friend, so he asked Jisung again what he thought.

“But our friend doesn't think like this.”

“Are you crazy? We've been together for a long time. Jeno didn't notice anything.” Once again, Jisung's mouth was closed. And once again, Mark Lee couldn't take his eyes off that small mouth.

"Suebue"

Everyone else looked at him and knew that what Jeno did was more than a friend. Any friend would be there to welcome him morning and evening. Plus, he was willing to walk up many flights of stairs even though he came down from the school building and found a football field. Who would want to waste time walking to another building and getting tired of walking up again? And the cheek pinching thing Rubbing his hair or something like that, what do his male friends do? I suspect only this kid doesn't know anything about it.

So how can you know Mark Lee's feelings like this?

“Aren't you hungry?” His handsome face was dripping with sweat, shaking his head to answer his best friend's question as he sat down on the chair next to Jisung, out of breath. The distance or speed didn't have much effect on his tiredness, but the sun was the one that burned. His energy was gone.

“You can eat with Jisung.” He said and grabbed a glass of cold cocoa and sucked it down in a big gulp. The only eldest at the table opened his eyes in shock that Jisung saw drinking water from the same straw as normal because for Mark. Lee is quite... It's strange, especially as a guy friend like this.

“Then why do you have to come here?” Jeno asked.

"is..."

“I brought Jisung here myself. I was bored so I found a friend to sit and eat snacks.” Mark fought Jisung to answer the question. causing the handsome younger generation to turn around and look “You can order whatever you want to eat. The babysitter.”

Anyway, Jeno hasn't liked this hyung since the day Jisung was punished on the first day.

"nevermind Not very hungry Are you going back now?” After that, he turned to ask the person next to him, but it seemed like Jisung had to give this question to Mark to answer again. No matter how much he wanted to return, if the student council president wouldn't allow him, He still couldn't return.

“It's not yet time for Jisung to return. If you want to go back, you can go back first. I'll send Jisung to you."

“If Jisung hasn't returned yet. I still haven't returned. I don't give up my duties to others easily."

Despite his normal tone, Jisung could feel the unusual looks from both sides. As for Jisung's sidekick, I can understand why Jeno doesn't really like Mark because Jisung always complains about being bullied or has a double personality to another person. But Mark is the one. Song didn't understand why he had to look at Jeno with such a desire to win.

Besides, just sending it to your father's car is a struggle. What's the point of fighting over it? You can't even deliver it to your house.

And before things got too far, Jisung found a way to end the conversation.

“Jeno, we want to eat Nutella bread. Please go give me an order.” Speaking in two voices is not enough. Still leaning over to hug his arm and shake it gently, plus his eyelids were blinking. Until the person being begged for it easily got up and walked down.

“Have you been close for a long time?” The younger's figure disappeared from Mark's sight. Lee then opened up a new conversation.

“Since middle school.” Thinking back to the first day we met, Jisung accidentally smiled. If there was no Geno at that time He didn't know what to do either. There might not be Jisung today.

"What are you smiling at? Do you like him?"

“I said that we were friends. I just remember that time.”

“Why?”

“When I was in Mathayom 1. That day I was teased and Jeno came to help me. I remember being attacked in a similar situation, but Noh still insisted that he would protect me. Luckily, the teacher came by and saw it first, otherwise we would both have died in a pool of blood. After that day, I acted strong and spread myself around because I didn't want my friends to suffer because of me again, but Noh didn't agree with me one day. But you can't stay.”

“It deserves to be banned. This body just makes you tingle.” His forehead was smacked once by the person sitting across from him out of annoyance. Mark secretly smiled at Jisung's story with affection, but had to hide his smile when he heard Ji's next sentence. envelope

“At that time, the Mathayom 3 seniors liked to come and extort money. I was in Mathayom 3 at the time. It should be familiar to me. There was only one gang, I don't know what kind. Crazy psycho It's good that I fought back. So they changed their target.”

“But I don't hold any grudges. If I could remember his face, I'd want to catch him and kick him, but I can't remember. I'm secretly bored as well."

“Hey, brother, what's the matter?” The little man saw that the other party was completely silent and protested at the same time that Jeno had returned.

“I'll beg you to come back first. I just realized I have unfinished homework.” A purple banknote was placed on the table by the tall figure before he grabbed his bag and hurriedly walked out.

“What were you talking about just now? And where did he go in such a hurry?” Seeing this, Jeno went to sit in the place of the person who had just left and put the money into his pocket before it flew away.

“It's about the first time we met Noh. And he was distraught and that's what you saw... We are still confused.”

“Then let's go back when we're done eating, shall we? I haven't done my math homework yet.”

"That's true. I'll teach you a lesson."

Jisung sat in the same room with a broom in his hand, bored. Today, he finished cleaning earlier than usual because there was no one teasing him or wasting his time, but Jisung felt that the room It's too quiet It's so quiet that you feel lonely. Even turning on the music doesn't help the loneliness go away.

This morning, some figure arrived in the room with Donghyuk's confusing sentence, 'Mark is sick today and won't come to school. If you don't want to come to this room, you don't have to come.' But even then, coming to sweep This room was something Jisung was used to, but he couldn't imagine that it would be this boring without just one person.

“Oh!” The door opened with Jisung's strength, causing him to find a familiar senior who was walking through the front of the room as well.

“Did you finish sweeping the room?” Donghyuk asked his junior as he prepared to go check out the classrooms in the various buildings.

“Yes, what do you guys want to eat for lunch today?” Because when Mark didn't come, he didn't know who to contact. As for the chat line that has been left over since last evening, the older person hasn't responded until now, even though he was the one who said it himself. That when you get home, say hello to me every day. But he suddenly disappeared and even asking to greet him again was not something that Jisung liked to do.

“Uh, I don't know yet. I'll ask Mark to come and visit us. You can go get in line.”

“Okay.” Jisung bowed once before waiting for Donghyuk to pass him. The little man then walked in another direction to join his friends in front of the flagpole in the morning. Maybe It was the first time in a week that he had been able to line up in time to sing the national anthem because it had been a while since he had come down to the football field. Everyone was already chanting and the reason why they didn't notice anything at that time was probably because the student council president was walking along with them.

“Why did you come down so early today?” Jeno asked when he saw a small figure standing behind him nudging him on the shoulder.

“Well, Brother Mark isn't coming. So I got to come down first like this,” Jisung whispered back as the sound of the students leading the national anthem became louder.

“Oh, that's good.”

“From now on, you don't have to come to this room. It means you won't be punished anymore.”

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't quite figure out the reason for the punishment ending so suddenly. Jisung wanted to say hello to the senior who had just added him on Line during the day, saying that the sentence he said this evening was not his. Did you hear wrong?

It was Donghyuk who said the above words to him while he was making Ovaltine in the student council lounge before cleaning up. Eat snacks and refuse to work, but when I try to ask again The answer he received made him even more incomprehensible.

“An order from the student council president. I don't know anything about anything."

That made him have to sit back and think about whether he had accidentally done something to make the overbearing student president angry or not, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of it. Because as far as I can remember We still had a good conversation yesterday. They were together before Mark asked to leave first. Another questionable thing was that Donghyuk contacted Jisung via Line to order lunch along with the statement that Mark ordered it himself.

Jisung doesn't understand. Why is Mark suddenly acting like he doesn't want Jisung around?

Even though the little person's feelings were really beginning to form!

More than a week has passed and Jisung hasn't even come close to the student council room. There may be days when he forgets to walk towards that building, but Jeno is always there to remind him, and this has an impact on the situation. He also studied because his brain was too busy thinking of reasons that made Mark so dissatisfied that he had to cut him out of his life to this extent.

Even Line hasn't thought about answering at all. Read and read.

His eyes narrowed and he looked at the phone screen that showed his chat page with the student council president senior. Until now, there were only messages sent from his side, although they weren't that many, but there were enough for the other party to see and acknowledge. To claim that we didn't notice it would be impossible.

Even though I typed that I really wanted to talk to you...

“Jisung, let's get in line, Jisung!!” Someone was so startled that he almost fell from his chair because of his friend's low voice shouting in his ears. Jisung slowly turned his head to look at the person next to him. Then he nodded before getting up and following Geno. “Now I'm often absent-minded. Is there something wrong?”

"No, I guess we're not getting enough sleep."

“Even though my eyes are dark. Your cheeks responded a lot.” Jeno didn't mind, his both hands pressed onto his soft cheeks before squeezing them together until his cute face was crumpled, but that action easily drew a smile from Jisung.

“Ugh, my face is all wrinkled,” Jisung huffed, grabbing his friend's wrist away from his own face. Luckily, they got off the building quite late, causing most of the students to have already gathered on the field, otherwise. Jisung would have punished his friends for doing something embarrassing in front of so many people.

“Then why are you getting so little sleep? Are you staying up late playing games?” Jisung didn't have time to answer. A voice on the phone rang out as a final warning before the student council members went out to inspect the building and could have points deducted if they were discovered and had insufficient reasons.

“Jeno, go first. I'd like to go to the bathroom first.” His face showed a slight lack of understanding but he happily trotted towards the line. Jisung felt a sharp pain in his stomach, so he had to take the risk of getting caught and went to the bathroom under the building first. Otherwise, something bad would definitely happen.

After finishing business in the bathroom The small figure slowly crept out and looked left and right. Surveying that there were no student council members nearby, he was able to comfortably step out of the bathroom. But as he walked hurriedly to join his classmates nearby, Jisung met the person he had been thinking about all week.

Jisung couldn't sleep because he was addicted to video games like Jeno thought.

But it was because of the person who was being threatened by a couple of 5th grade students in the corner of this building...

A tall figure that Jisung was familiar with was standing with his neck hunched against the wall, supported by a similarly tall male student. The person's appearance was very unsightly if you couldn't make out the slightest light in the niche. A building There was a small bruise at the corner of his mouth, and the round glasses he often wore were lying on the floor.

What is this all about?

Beautiful, slender eyebrows furrowed tightly. I thought to myself that maybe I was looking at something wrong, but the more I stared, the more I looked. The picture is even clearer that it is a person. Actually, when he was sure, Jisung picked up his mobile phone and quickly clicked on a chat with a senior he knew. Typed in some brief details and pressed send before taking himself into that dark nook.

“Stop it…” The closer I came to see it. Like this, Jisung was even more speechless. The soft voice that was spoken was hardly anyone's attention. Luckily, those mischievous students heard the newcomer's footsteps and stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Jisung instead.

“Don't be a dick.” The person who looked like a ringleader turned to Jisung with a look that didn't feel guilty at all, but Jisung didn't care.

Clear eyes fixed on the person who was being bullied, unable to look away. The expression in his eyes was only doubt and concern. Many questions popped up in my head. I wanted to scold and shout, but I also wanted to help alleviate the pain that the other person was experiencing at the same time.

“You can leave now,” the same voice said again, but Jisung still didn't care. He stood in the same place, looking at the same person until danger hit him. One of the students walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, throwing his body to the ground in one go. It hurt so much that Jisung accidentally cried out.

But the gangsters didn't have time to do anything before Donghyuk was called by a message from Jisung to stop him. Jisung wasn't hurt much. Just a little scraped elbow. But the people who were attacked before didn't know how long they had been attacked.

Donghyuk and Jisung helped the injured person to the hospital room. On the way, no one said a word. Donghyuck also knew that his best friend wasn't quite the same these days. But whenever I asked, he never told me. So I didn't want to provoke him, but I didn't think that I would bring myself to be beaten until I couldn't look like this.

He couldn't believe that a Taekwondo black belt owner would allow himself to be attacked if he were mentally sound.

On his handsome face, there were about 5 wounds, the corners of his mouth, cheekbones, eyebrows, and forehead that bulged out into a ball. The nurse teacher would definitely complain incessantly if she saw this student's condition.

“I want you to look at it too. Let me go deal with those guys first,” Donghyuck concluded as he finished placing his tall figure on the bed, and Jisung nodded confusedly. Before sitting on the bed next to the injured person, he stared at his back, which was getting smaller and smaller. of the senior who was called

"Why don't you fight?"

“Then why don't you answer my lines?”

“Mark...please answer Jisung.”

No matter how much the younger person said, all he got in response was silence... It is probably true that they say that silence is also one of the answers.

Until the nurse came back with a big wound dressing kit, her moaning voice broke the awkwardness a bit. At least the room wasn't too quiet, but didn't she get tired of complaining ever since Jisung brought the person next to him through the door?

“Then I'll excuse myself first, teacher.” Jisung got off the bed he was sitting on and bowed his head slightly to the teacher, but before he could take a step he was called out.

“Where are you going? I'm here to help the teacher.” The middle-aged woman beckoned Jisung to stay. Is there anything he can be upset about? My body is thin so I have to sit down in the same place and wait to pick up various equipment. That she asked for without fail

After only ten minutes, Mark's face was completely white with gauze. Jisung wasn't too pleased with what he saw. But what can he say? Hmm...you can say that, but the listener probably doesn't want to listen.

“In this situation, how could a friend be chosen to be the student president? It's really weak.” The teacher in the nurse's office complained again. Her mouth may not have been calm, but the look in her eyes when she was treating Mark's wound was. Filled with concern, she was probably a little worried about the condition of the student in front of her. Probably complaining because he doesn't want to do this again.

“Thank you, teacher.” This was the first time in weeks that Jisung had heard the voice that used to annoy him.

I just realized that I miss the person in front of me this much.

"Later, let's not have any more trouble. These kids send them to study and they actually fight with each other." She picked up the medical kit and complained. Then he went to take it and put it away. Even then, the sound of complaints could still be heard by the two students in the room.

“When you're not okay anymore. Then I'll excuse myself." Someone said without looking at the other person's face before walking out. Even though in my heart I secretly hoped that my seniors would hold back. But there was no sign of Mark, allowing Jisung to slowly disappear from view.

When did you lose it?

“Jisung, wait!”

It was as if Jisung's entire world stopped spinning the moment the word "Wait" ended. He turned around to find the student president standing half-breathing not far behind.

"yes?"

“The wound hasn't been patched yet, right?” A slender finger points to Jisung's right elbow. The area around it is a little red. There was also some blood seeping out. But Ji Sung shrugged and didn't feel anything.

“Oh, I forgot, thank you.” The little man raised his elbows to take a look, even though it was a bit of a difficult position. But you could see that the skin had peeled off.

“Uh, no problem.”

“Then I'll go dress the wound first.” Some people walked back the way they had just walked out, which of course had to pass Mark as well, but Jisung didn't show any strange behavior that would make others suspicious even in their hearts. He felt insanely uncomfortable. I want to talk to each other to know more. But what can you do when the other party doesn't cooperate with him at all?

Until they walked to the spot where Mark was standing, and an incomprehensible sentence floated softly into Jisung's ears. It was a very soft voice but it was clear in Jisung's head... What does that mean?

'Three years ago, I'm sorry.'

The words spoken in the student council president's sad voice still echoed in his head without stopping. No matter what he thought, Jisung couldn't think of what Mark was talking about. Because as far as he could remember three years ago, there was only one thing that caused trouble for himself... In fact, Jisung had already found the answer for himself, but he just didn't want to admit it, so he kept thinking. It doesn't fall. Try to find another story to replace the existing reality.

“No, do you remember the story of the first time we met?” The little one turned to ask his close friend who was in the same situation and probably remembered some of the story from that day, ignoring the teacher who was explaining the next Matrix. Just a little bit of room.

"Do you remember? Why? What's wrong?"

"And can you remember the face of the senior who teased us..." The cute face reached closer to her friend, anticipating the answer.

“Um... I don't know. We didn't even look at it. Jisung probably remembers more than us because he's been teased so many times, right?' The pencil in Jeno's hand was gently tapped on his forehead twice, reminding him that the person who encountered those people more frequently was Jisung. That's it. “Then why suddenly? That's why I came to ask about this."

“Nothing. Just wondering... But it's so strange. I don't remember much at all.” Realizing that my wondering wouldn't help me understand anything better, Jisung temporarily stopped thinking about it and returned his attention to his studies before getting yelled at by Jeno again. He refused to study hard because that morning when he said he was going to the bathroom he disappeared.

I didn't answer via Line and got angry one time. If you continue acting like a naughty child, there's definitely a hope that we won't be able to talk today.

That evening, Jisung decided to go see Mark in the student council room. He wanted to go in and ask about the matter. At least if he heard the answer from his mouth, he would stop making excuses for himself to believe otherwise. For example, he had something to take back to Mark as well...

last week Mark had been drowning in guilt for a whole week since the day he took Jisung to the bakery and asked to come back first. He didn't go to the house, but to the school. Because there was something I wanted to know for sure, Mark used the student body president's right to open the files of students studying at this school, and it was not difficult for him to be able to know everything, even the income of each student. years of each student's parents, but it was not normal for him to open and look at someone else's things for fun because he still respected other people's rights as well.

As for this matter, it is considered important.

Slender fingers traced the files lined up in the drawers of the metal cabinet in the council room before stopping at a file with the name 'Park Ji Sung' on it. Among the hundreds of files, there were about 10 of them with the same name as Park Ji Sung before he found them. The Park Ji Sung he wanted went to file number 8. When he got what he was looking for, Mark hurriedly opened the file to see the contents inside. Everything was as he thought.

The person who caused that innocent child to change himself to become worse was himself...

Mark was the one who made Jisung like that and also ordered the little guy to stop acting like a gangster...

But it wasn't that looking at the face of his closest junior from three years ago was enough. Mark took this opportunity to check his younger brother's history. It made him discover the truth that reinforced his own guilt even more.

The scribbled handwriting probably belongs to the parents who filled out Jisung's personal history when he first entered this school. And when he checked the other history that he had to fill out when he entered 4th grade, he found the same message. ..

'Congenital disease: Tired easily. You should not let your child exercise. Be in an exciting event or do something that makes your heart beat fast because you've been in an accident and it affects your lungs and breathing.'

Faint memories It popped up when Mark finished reading the sentence. He remembered that Jisung didn't come to school much. He often comes every other week, but he knows because he's always watching to tease him. If you ask why they chose this child, it's because he looks weak and doesn't fight against people. And he definitely wouldn't take this matter to the teacher, but he doesn't think that he's really weak... And if I were to guess where he disappeared, he would definitely go to the hospital because there were many medical certificates in the file.

And after that, as Jisung had told, when someone knew more about his bullying of a child than the child himself, Mark would immediately change his target. Jisung was free from being bullied for a while before he decided to act out of control instead.

How much must you force yourself to survive?

The same thoughts had been running through Mark's head non-stop all week, and this was the main reason he didn't want Jisung to get close to him again. He was ashamed of himself for always ordering people to stop abusing others. Even though he had been there lately, he had turned a blind eye to the students who liked to extort weaker people in the corners of the building because he didn't dare to teach others.

Even if I pretend to forget But it can come back to us anyway...the truth.

Until today He saw that a Mathayom 1 student was being bullied by a Mathayom 4 student. It was too big a matter for him to let go like other times in the past week. As the student council president, he shouldn't let any of the students get hurt. Mark made a sound to stop him before the older kid could attack the smaller one. All of the younger ones turned to look at him in unison. who were being surrounded used this moment to escape Mark became the target instead.

But instead of fighting Slim body and standing still Not moving any part, maybe it was something he deserved...

Before he lost consciousness due to blood loss, someone came to help him. Mark wasn't sure if he was blindsided or if the person he saw was really Jisung. He met the disappointed eyes of the newcomer inside. Filled with feelings that he wanted to express but could only keep quiet.

Upon arriving at the hospital room Mark realized that he was still fully conscious and not looking at the wrong person. The person who came to help him was really Ji Sung. Because he wondered if he had known the truth three years ago. Will you still choose to walk in and help him?

"Why don't you fight?"

“Then why don't you answer my lines?”

“Mark...please answer Jisung.”

Mark chose not to say anything, all he wanted to say right now was apologize. But it probably wasn't appropriate for the situation, and Jisung must have made a huge misunderstanding that he didn't want to have anything to do with his younger sibling because his eyes and expression were clearly noticeable.

It's not like that, Jisung-ah...

In the end, Mark said what he wanted. Even though the timing might not have been that good, it was considered the best in this atmosphere. He wasn't sure if Jisung would hear it or not but at least he told him... The heavy feeling I had been carrying all week had now disappeared.

'Three years ago, I'm sorry.'

The bell for class ended and Jisung shoveled everything on the table into his school bag. Telling Jeno that he can go back first, he doesn't have to wait, then he takes himself to the student council room without waiting for a close friend to ask him where he's going. Not long after, some figure stops in front of the door of the council room. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

“Oh, what's up Jisung?” It was Donhyuk who emerged from behind the door with a greeting that looked more familiar than before.

"Uh... Is Mark here?"

"Oh, that's it. Come in." His black eyes followed the finger that pointed out to the senior's side and saw the familiar door of the student council guest room.

“Thank you.” His head bowed to his elder one before he took a few steps and pushed the door open. The people sitting in the room were slightly startled when they saw who the new arrival was.

“Hello,” Jisung took the initiative to place his bag on the low glass table like he always did before sitting down on the other side of the sofa, positioned exactly across from Mark. "It's just that I returned the item..."

Round-framed glasses with clear lenses that had a slight crack were placed on the table in front of the tall figure. Mark glanced at his junior's actions for a moment before looking down at his own legs as usual.

“Thank you.”

"nevermind"

“Uh.../Brother Mark...” Both voices shouted at the same time. His intention to break the silence in the room was completely broken and it seemed that it would add to the awkwardness.

“Let's talk first.”

“Yes, what I told you this morning…” Jisung swallowed a big gulp of saliva. Every time he had to talk about a difficult topic, his saliva became sticky, like he was giving a presentation to a teacher. “You mean the story Jisung told that day?”

“And what do we think you mean?” This time, Mark allowed himself to raise his head to meet the eyes of the person sitting not far away, no matter how calm his expression was. But if you look deep into your eyes, you will find the trembling that is hidden.

“Well... I tried to think of other things but couldn't think of anything... so I wanted to ask to be sure.” It was Jisung who lowered his eyes first because he couldn't bear to look at his older brother any longer, Mark's eyes. Looking at it gave me the feeling that I couldn't tell.

It conveys both an apology and a request.

“So how do you feel? Are you angry or hate me?”

“Tell me the truth.” The straight hair moved slightly as the owner shook his head. Mark saw the round head move nonstop to give him an answer and he accidentally smiled. Could it be said that it was the first time in a week that he actually smiled? When I look at this child

“Just a little shocked. But I'm not angry or hateful.” In the next sentence, Jisung intended to reiterate his answer that he didn't really feel negative towards this hyung.

“Just a little relieved.”

“That you wouldn't talk to me. Because of this?”

"Well, part of it... I feel guilty, but I'm sorry again."

“I said it was nothing. Don't think too much..."

“Um, I don't think too much.”

“Hey Mark... now you know that I'm not angry or blaming you, can we talk again like we used to?” Damn it, Jisung, does he have to beg someone like this? Normally, there are always people approaching him, such as his close friend Jeno.

“There is another matter.”

“Yes?” The little boy tilted his head suspiciously, not noticing the evil smile that appeared on that handsome face. The old Mark Lee is back. I don't even know, Ji Sung...

“Park Jisung…” His voice was deep and calm, and he looked so serious that the person he was calling was surprised and couldn't adjust his mood. Right now, Jisung's head was more chaotic than the lunchtime cafeteria. He was thinking...whether he had done something wrong again.

"yes..."

“A week ago.”

“Do we miss you at all?”

“Yes?” His voice raised in a questioning manner, Jisung didn't understand what the other person was saying. It means knowing the meaning of the question but not knowing why the person is asking it...

“Because I miss you so much. So I want to know if we will miss you at all.”

Who said that Brother Mark doesn't have a problem? Jisung really wanted to see his expression and eyes right now!

Just wearing glasses and dressing correctly in every way doesn't mean you're a slut. Remember this!

TheEnd.

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As for Mark's question... let him know the answer alone. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha You will meet Pimak without realizing it ;____; But I want to see you. Come on, come punish me. 555555555555555555 I didn't think it would end like this.

The way it was laid out was completely different, but I'm satisfied with the ending like this. Does it seem too concise?

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But if you keep it going longer than this, it probably won't survive. I don't know if you'll like this ending or not, but I like it (oh) haha. I like the fact that it leaves something for the reader to think about on their own. Personally, I like reading fiction and I really like endings like this. Most of the fiction that I write tends to end like this. It is not clearly stated that the characters love each other and end up together. But let's continue thinking (in a positive way), right? 55555555555555555555555555

Statement regarding the disappearance of Brother Mark, really a dim person, already tweeted and complained. But in case some people don't know our tweets 555555555555, there's a problem in that when we upload them there's no notification. Because the website thinks we upload it to keep our fic at the top of searches all the time / very sad, so we're putting it on hold for now.

The entire story has now been deleted. Because the website says that if the content is not updated long enough It is considered spam. So I'm going to leave it for a while. Then re-upload the entire story at once.

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In any case, I must apologize.

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