Lee Taemin (1/1)

It was one of those days. One of those days where rain wouldn’t stop from falling from the sky, one of those days that no matter what, the water drops would fall from the sky. The weather was surprisingly hot and the humidity around was everything but pleasant.It made breathing hard and just moving an arm was hard enough. The sky was grey, full of clouds and people were trying their best to find a place to hide from the rain. No one enjoyed being wet. Unless you were under 10, you would hate to get your clothes and hair wet.Some colorful umbrellas could be seen outside, trying to give some color to this horrible day. It was probably the only way to make someone fell a little better after waking up and see that the day would be nothing but horrible and depressing.  The smell of the humidity was all over the place and the sound of water drops against either windows or floor as loud as they could be.  The water was falling so violently that it could scare people actually. It was like the world was about to end and they had to run away before something bad actually happened.To mention that, rain never made people happy. Rain only managed to make people angry, depressed and feel like they should just lock themselves in their houses and do nothing at all.Who actually liked rain in the first place? Who liked to have cold water against their skin, entering their shoes? Who liked to leave the house and be attacked by violent rain that would make you look like a mess in a matter of seconds? Who liked to hear all that rain against the windows and feel like the building was going to fall on top of their heads? No one. No one liked that and no one liked the rain.The only advantage right now was, at least for students, were that they had classes. They had no choice but stand there, inside that big prison that was called school. Only at times like these that they didn’t really care about going to school, because there they were dry and could just stand there and relax, not worrying about how to go to certain places, at least not until they left to go back home.The bad part was that even if they wanted to go outside in their breaks, they just couldn’t because of the rain. They had to stay inside, liking or not so at times like these, they really felt like they were in a prison and they were sure they would go insane if the rain kept on going for another day.School wasn’t the best place to spend their free time, that was for sure, and in an all boy’s school, things would get bad, especially if they got trapped inside four walls for too long. It made them feel like they were going to suffocate and usually teachers would find the best activities or pass times so their students wouldn’t go completely insane. This was a high school, and boys at high schools would go insane in a matter of seconds if they weren’t focused on some stupid activities.But even if it was a all boy’s school, which meant no girls, the students managed to just act like everyone else. They were normal students, with normal classes with normal hobbies. Their soccer team was one of the motives the principal was proud of his boys. They worked extremely hard and they managed to go to national championships and made their school look like they were one of the best, if not the best. This was just another high school like any other. They were taught math, history, Korean, English. All those normal subjects all students around the country were having.What made this school special? Nothing to be honest. This wasn’t a school for the most brilliant Korean minds; this wasn’t a school for bad boys who were close to going to an actual prison. This wasn’t a school for kids with special needs and this wasn’t an art school that trained the future artists of the world. This was just a normal high school with normal students.All class rooms were the same, his no exception. Inside the classroom of the class 1-B, Lee Taemin stood there, listening to everything around him, laughing talking and just trying to make the best out of the whole situation rain was. Looking to the window he could see people. He could see people going to their jobs, going to their homes while he stood there.In the corner of the class room, next to the window, away from everyone. He always saw himself as a normal kid. He always saw himself as someone as who would be fine with whatever the world gave him and he always thought that he would have a normal life until the end of his days. He always saw himself as a future office man, with a position that wouldn’t demand too much of him, but would give him the comfort he and his future family needed and wanted.He always thought that he would have a handful of friends who would stand by him until they were all old and grey and had nothing to do besides bad mouthing the younger generation, saying that back then, in his time of youth, things weren’t like that. That was how he always saw his future, at least since he can remember.It wasn’t like a dream of his, but he figured that one day reality would hit him and he would realize that he couldn’t live out of dance. He knew he was good, he knew he was extremely good at what he did but at the same time he knew he wasn’t good enough to make it as a living.He wished he was, that was why he kept on practicing in his bedroom until his body begged him for rest, but he was sure that one day he would realize his dream was pointless and he would become someone like his father. Someone who gave up his own dreams so he could actually have a roof on his head. Maybe he would be lucky enough, but until the defining day came, he would just do what he had been doing since middle school.And that consisted on just going to school, sit on his chair and stand there, without opening his mouth the whole day. He wouldn’t raise his hand to answer the teacher, he wouldn’t go out of the classroom between breaks, and he wouldn’t go outside to play soccer or another sport with the other guys.The reason was pretty simple. No one wanted him. No one wanted him around, no one wanted to talk to him and no one wanted to make him feel included in whatever they did.  It was like he was invisible and people didn’t even knew he was there. he wasn’t sure how or why it happened to be honest.He was never mister popular to begin with. He was the happy kid that stood in his little corner and enjoyed to be in his own little world, but back then, until middle school, he had his fair share of friends. He had friends who would play with him, who would go to his house for sleepovers and friends who made him smile no matter what the situation was. Back then, he could say he had friends.But everything changed when they entered middle school. His friends started getting interested in things that didn’t involve him. His friends started getting interested in girls and sports and less in him.He still remembers how people, manly the people he always called friends, would make fun of him for having a feminine face and liking dancing. They would make fun of him, calling him a girl.They would grab his things and say they were too manly for a person like him. Things never got to the point he wanted to burst into tears. He always thought it was just a phase, he always thought his friends would come back to him after a while, after discovering that unknown world. He never lost his faith.That only happened when he entered high school. He was excited. It was a whole new beginning for him. He was going to meet new people, make friends who would stand by him when he needed them.  He was happy to start this new part of his life. He always heard his parents say high school was an important part of his life and he couldn’t wait for it.The enthusiasm only lasted a week. One day he came to his classroom, smiling like always only to find his desk gone. He should have suspected something was wrong when the room went silence and no one dared to look at him. He heard some whispers but ignored them. Instead he walked towards the place his desk should be.He looked outside and he could feel his heart drop. His desk was broken into little pieces and it would be impossible to put it all together. When he looked back to the students, he saw some of them laughing, others biting their lips, trying to make it less obvious that they were finding all of this extremely amusing. He closed his hands in fists and fought extremely hard not to cry.He could feel tears forming in his eyes but he refused to cry. He refused to cry in front of everyone. He heard someone call him a nasty name that he would rather not mention ever again. At the same time he heard another student call him freak of nature. To this day he still doesn’t know why he was called that. He doesn’t know why in the world they would do what they did.But he knew it. He knew this was never going to change. As soon they started, it would never end. They would do this every time they had the chance and all he could do was stand there and take it, like always.He remembers looking around with hopeless eyes, almost begging someone to explain him what happened and to help him, but instead they all started looking everywhere but him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to run away, but his voice was completely stuck on his throat and his body was frozen.Instead, he sat on the floor, just like nothing happened. The teachers were surprised with what happened but even like that they didn’t do a thing. They didn’t come for his rescue and didn’t tell the students that what they did was absolutely wrong and they should be ashamed of themselves. Instead they just continue the classes like nothing happened and like they didn’t have a student on the floor that was being laughed at.It hurt knowing no one cared. It hurt knowing that no one asked him if he was alright and it hurt knowing no one offered to share a desk with him so he could be a little more comfortable. It only got worse from that day, but he would rather not think about it. He would rather just lay his head on his bed and close his eyes, wishing, praying one day his life wouldn’t be like this. He couldn’t help but wish that one day all those students would realize what they have been doing was wrong and that they should be ashamed.He wished one day those students came to him and begged for him to forgive them. And he would. He would forgive them if it meant he would finally have someone next to him to talk, to have fun and just be himself. He would be stupid enough and say everything was okay and that he forgave them.He was an idiot, he knew that better than anyone, but he was so desperate for a friend, for a warm look that he was willing to do anything in his power to have it. He was willing to change everything he was so he could feel at least once, what was to feel wanted and needed.