Be Silent 1/?
Be silent
My name's Kim Kibum and I need excitement in my life.
Last summer I lost my best friend and even if it hurt me, I got over it. I'm an aloof guy, a smart ass, too cool for school, you know? A lot of people hate me and a lot of people like me. I'll never dedicate myself to someone and I'll never let someone tell me what to do. That's just the way I am and if someone has a problem with it, they can stay out of my way.
I don't have a current love interest and I don't have any interesting hobbies. I manage to ace school without even trying and my parents are never home so what's a guy to do? I guess I can't keep waiting for something to just happen. I've been doing it since I was two feet tall and nothing has changed.
I'm too lazy for my own good and nobody tries to talk to me because they hate me or because they're intimidated by me. A lot of girls are too nervous to even stand near me and a lot of guys hate that. It's not like I flaunt my looks or anything, I hate having a pretty face. It makes me stand out which makes it even harder to get nice friends. Everyone thinks I'm really cool but in reality. . . I'm awkward and clumsy.
If you're looking for some prince charming, some mad genius, or some reckless hero, it's not me. I'm just. . . Key.
:::
"Hey, Key," a cute voice came from behind me. Before I could respond, thin arms wrapped around my waist. On instinct, I practically flew out of the embrace and turned to the culprit.
"Taemin. . . "
"Kibum!"
"Taemin, you're being loud-"
"Kibum, why are you being so loud?" Taemin shouted and covered his ears. My glare intensified. What kind of friend was this?
"Anyways," he grinned and seated himself in the desk in front of me, "I heard from your hyung that you're starting some kind of medicine course downtown."
I stretched and leaned back lazily. "My brother sure knows how to spread my business. . ."
"Yeah, he said you're doing it because you're trying to pick up hot chicks."
"What? He's stupid, all the hot girls join dance."
"You would know. . . Hyung," he said suspiciously and I shrugged. It's not like I tried to get girls, I found them repulsive actually. Almost every woman I've had to deal with has been just. . . Awful. Basing an entire group on personal experience was wrong but I just didn't like girls. They were sluts, bitches, and spent too much time on how they look. I found them selfish as hell. Taemin turned back around when the teacher started talking.
I sighed. Everything he was talking about was so easy and I know it sounds conceited but I should have graduated a long time ago. Math, Science, Social Studies, English. . ? No matter what type of study it is, it feels like a joke to learn. I used to go to a top private school in elementary and I learned everything I'm learning right now so school is just my time to space out.
"Kim Kibum," the teacher shouted. I glanced up at him with a frown. Why do adults look down on us like that? His eyes were sharp and it felt like they were degrading my very existence. As if I'm just another problematic student. Just something that made his job harder.
"Yes, sir?"
"Come do these problems since you have time to space out in my class."
My fingers twitched. It was the same feeling I got when my dad talked to me. I moved pass my classmates desks and started to solve the problems. A fire burned within me. These problems were college level and I knew for certain nobody in this class could solve them. All of my teachers hated me because my knowledge was far beyond theirs. Once I got in to middle school, teachers threatened me so I wouldn't raise my hand in class. And I have to pretend I don't know some answers on most of my tests so I don't stick out anymore.
With a final dash of the chalk, I dropped it in his hand and went back to my desk. The room was dead silent as he read over the problem. Taemin looked like he was dying with anticipation.
The professor stared at the board for a long while before laughing. I felt something in my stomach drop.
"You think you can pass with this kind of technique? With this answer? This," he smirked, "is wrong."
Taemin gave me a worried look but I just stared down at my textbook, feeling all eyes on me.
:::
I . . . failed? I couldn't even do a simple calculus problem? What's wrong with me? Taemin tried to chase after me after class but one of his friends stopped him.
Standing in the music room always made me feel at peace. The beautiful grand piano, the pretty lights that decorated the ceiling looked like stars and the feeling of solitude. It was amazing.
I felt envious of whoever played the piano during Orchestra class. They could touch these keys so freely. It was against school rules to mess with any music room equipment unless class was in session. I signed up for it last year and this year but I never made it. Almost everyone wanted to be in a musical art so I was out of luck.
"Kibum?"
My heart leaped at the sudden noise. The figure came down the stairs from the second floor until they came in to the light of the bright stars above us. I stared at them. Words seemed to fail me.
"You're taking Orchestra this year?"
"No."
"You don't have to answer so coldly," Hana said and moved closer. I felt a prickly feeling go up my arm just from being in the same room as her. Her long brown hair was up in a messy bun, exposing her pretty face. She smiled at me and I hated it. That was the smile that destroyed my last summer.
"I'm in choir so I thought maybe we would see each other but I guess it didn't happen," she sighed and toyed with a piece of sheet music. My mind seemed to be frozen and it felt terrifying. Hana gazed at me with those big dark eyes that I hated. I would never be attracted to her. I thought she was pretty for a girl, but there was no way that wanting to touch her would even cross my mind.
"I'm leaving," I told her. The end of my sentence cracked. Dammit! Keep calm Kibum, this woman won't try anything. Hana was a nice girl but she scared me. In all honesty, nothing scared me. But those dark orbs that stare in to my soul do. I just wanted to get away from this girl.
As I moved between the music room seats, her voice caught me off guard.
"Jonghyun's taking Orchestra."
I stopped, my hand gripping the cold metal of a chair. It's almost been a semester since I've even spoken to that guy. Of course I see him around campus but he barely noticed me. I kept quiet and ran out the big wooden doors.
:::
"Aish," I yawned. It was windy out and the walk from the ice cream shop to the Medic Center seemed so long. I bit in to the chilling strawberry cream and smiled at the icy feeling in my veins. If nothing made me happy, ice cream sure did. It was perfect medicine.
I tried to remember the route to the Medical Center. Right, left. . . Keep going from the little comic shop to the coffee shop and turn left on the boulevard. Turn right on this street and down a weird alley. . . As I made my way down the alley, I noticed some guys. There were three of them with a school uniform on that I didn't recognize. They were surrounding a boy with my school's uniform on. As much as I believed in people taking matters in to their own hands, I was bored and the kid didn't look like he could defend himself.
"Hey," I said and approached the group. The guys crowding were wearing a different uniform and they all had a rough look about them. "You're being noisy."
It didn't even take a minute to mess them up. They ran off and the boy brushed himself off. As cool as I tried to be, my heart was racing. I'm naturally pretty good at fighting but I'm not as calm as I look when I'm doing it. I hate it. One of those guys could have pulled out a knife or something. . . I turned to the boy, watching as he brushed his shirt off. He looked up at me with bright eyes.
"Thanks for that, what's your name?"
"Kibum, you?"
"Onew, but you can call me Tofu."
"Ummm, that's really alright," I said. This kid was strange. I helped him pick up his stuff that got knocked out of his bag and my eyes widened. One of the forms had the name of the Medical Center I was going to study at.
"You're taking this course, Onew?"
"Yup," he smiled and finished packing the rest of his belongings. I handed it to him.
"I'm taking it too."
"Oh? That's great! We can walk there together," he said and grabbed my wrist. What the hell is this guy doing?! "Wait, Onew- I mean you don't-"
"I know where it is," he assured me and I felt uneasy. He had a relaxed aura so why can't I? There's nothing wrong with someone showing you how to get somewhere. Besides, we went to the same school so it's not a complete stranger.
"What grade are you?" he asked.
"Second year, how about you?"
"Same. Actually," he tapped his chin, "I think we have Chemistry together."
Okay that sounded kinda. . . I shook my head. No, Onew's just a nice guy like Taemin.
"Oh, I'm not sure. I don't really pay attention in class. . . "
"Ha ha! I remember you now. You're the kid that's always staring out the window or drawing or counting the dots on the ceiling."
My face flared up. "S-So?! I have the highest grade in class!"
He looked back at me, his dark hair flying in the wind. "You sure are confident, Kim Kibum."
He looked so handsome that a blush lit up my cheeks. Did I just blush?! That never happens to me! "How do you know my full na-"
"We're in the same class!" he laughed and we rounded a few corners before he stopped. "Geez, don't take me as some creepy stalker or something."
That made me feel even worse about the situation! Onew led me in to a white building with squeaky clean floors and bright florescent lights. There was a fresh, crisp scent in the air and it made me kinda sick. It smelled like the pine spray my mom used in the bathroom.
Onew said something to the nurse at the desk and he grabbed my wrist again.
"Where are we going, exactly?"
"Our class, obviously," he laughed and let go of me once we were in front of a black door. Onew gave me a 'well?' look so I knocked and opened the door quickly. Our class was a pretty big size with about twenty five students already sitting at lab tables. Nobody seemed to notice us come in so we went to the teacher's desk. He told us to sign in for the day and Onew's hand brushed against mine as I took the pen from him. What is wrong with me?
I guess I wasn't used to guys being this friendly towards me. Most guys either want to shove me in to a locker or get in to my pants.
"Let's sit together," Onew said and pulled me to an empty table. I didn't feel quite as uneasy with his hand on my arm as I did earlier but I felt better once he removed it. He glanced at me and grinned.
I guess making friends isn't as hard as I thought.
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So I'm gonna try hard to make this have drama and angst and comedy and all that jazz! This is my first posted chapter story so I hope it's alright ;O;
Three main couples are of course: Jongkey, Onkey, + 2min~
Possibly others but not sure! After watching Hana Kimi again I felt all excited and the beautiful soundtrack inspired me! ^^
Stuck on Ikuta once again <3