I stabbed the eggs with my fork as I kept my head down at the table, avoiding eye contact with my parents.

My dad sat at the end of the table reading a newspaper, he always preferred reading from it instead of online because he thinks electronics are too overused nowadays. My mom sat beside him looking through paperwork.

I put my fork down, not having much of an appetite but before I can stand up my dad calls my name.

"Jisung"

I look over at him as he folds the newspaper neatly and puts it aside. "Yes, father?"

"Your mother and I looked at your grade last night and it seems like your English grade has been going down"

I swallowed harshly, wanting to break eye contact with the old man but I knew that would only upset him.

"Y-Yes I'm aware, I will ask the teacher if I can do extra credit"

"Extra credit?" My dad asks, "Your telling me you got bad grades on your assignments and you didn't just forget to turn them in?"

Fuck.

"I-"

"No son of mine will get a bad grade and no son of mine will do extra credit!" His harsh voice makes me flinch. "I will call the school and have them fixed but this will be the last time Jisung"

I nod vigorously "I will keep them up, I promise"

"Now don't make me regret giving you a chance son, or I will take away all of your supplies that support that silly hobby of yours". I freeze for a second before nodding defeatedly.

"Go to school before you are late" My mom finally speaks up but her head was still in the papers, refusing to look up.

My dad nods—I get up and leave the room, walking to the front door and grabbing my bag. Slinging it over my shoulder and pulling on my shoes.

As I walk out of the house the cold air hits my face, the gloomy weather and fog filled the streets as the familiar black SUV was parked. I walk to it and get in.

"Good morning Jisung," The driver says with a warm smile

"Good morning Tom"

He drove away from my large house and began to take the route we always have to school. Passing by all the same houses—all the same shops before getting to mine and probably others' personal hell.

Stopping at the corner like I requested him to for years and he looked at me through the rearview mirror "Have a good day"

I force a smile "You too"

I get off and automatically feel like I'm going to throw up. You would think I would grow used to seeing and dealing with these people but no, every day I felt as if I wanted to vomit due to anxiety and the ideas of possible things they would do or say to me.

I never brought light on it to my parents mostly because I knew they were good friends with all of the other families and nothing would change. They only cared about business and they had no interest in what their kids got up to during their school hours.

I walk to the gate and hear the SUV drive away behind me, seeing the other students stand around the courtyard in their little groups and probably gossiping about something that happened this week.

I inhale deeply and start walking to the school as I knew the bell would ring any second. The cold breeze hit my face as I shove my hands into my pockets, aware that my cheeks grew pink along with my nose.

"Hey sugar baby" I heard, feeling my blood run cold as I turn my head to see the group I so badly hated.

Damon smirked at me as Kate sat on his lap, the rest of the group laughed but I didn't care about them as my gaze went to Minho.

He didn't pay much attention to them as his eyes were on his phone with headphones on. A girl with black hair named Danielle had her legs hanging from his as she joined in on laughing.

I roll my eyes and continue to walk, "Oh come on, we only want to talk" I heard another male say before I walk into the school. The halls were practically empty but as the bell rang the students came rushing inside—trying not to be late for class.

I get bumped into occasionally as I walk with my head down to my first class. To my luck, my class was in the furthest hall so as I continued to walk the halls got more empty and I grew more anxious as I picked up my speed.

"Hey sugar" I halt my steps, a chill running down my spine as I turn around to see Damon and another one of his friends.

He chuckles "Don't look so scared"

"I-I'm not"

He and his friend laughed loudly "Sounds convincing"

"I'm gonna be late" I turn around but his hand grips my wrist tightly as he pulls me into the janitor's closet.

I push him away "Let me go!"

His hand covers my mouth and he hush's me. "Shh, we only want to have fun"

My eyes widen and I shake my head, tears forming in my eyes.

"We won't hurt you if you don't make this hard for us" His friends whispered.

I looked into his eyes and nodded, his hand leaving my face as Damon smiled evilly at me "I knew you were a naughty one"

He grabs my ass into his hands and I choke out a quiet sob, grabbing my hand and putting them on his friend's waistband "Take them off for him"

Tears now streamed down my face as I shook my head "N-No!"

Damon grabbed my jaw harshly and puts his face close to mine "Little bitch I said do as I say!"

I push him away and he stumbles back with a loud groan as his body collides with the wall, his friend grabs my hair and shoves me to the counters—my body hitting the metal counters and I whimper. Falling onto my knees as a small sob escapes my mouth.

"You won't tell anyone this happened and the next time you better obey us!" Damon spat and they walked out of the janitor's closet.

Leaving me there as I sat on the floor with my knees to my chest and cried softly. I knew I looked a mess but I couldn't skip my class.

I got up with a small groan, pulling up my sweater and touching my ribs lightly. I hiss at the slight touch and knew I would grow bruises there.

Pulling down my shirt and running my fingers threw my hair before wiping the tears off my hot cheeks. I tried to fix my look as I walk out of the closet and looked around—the halls were empty before I heard a small giggle in the other hallway.

I was already late so I walked to the hallway and peered around the corner to see Danielle and Minho. She grabs his face and forces his lips on hers before he pulls her off and her back meets the lockers on the wall.

"Fuck off Elle" Minho said harshly.

"You promised me commitment last night" Her face grew annoyed as she crossed her arms.

"I didn't promise you shit" He walked away but she grabs his hand

"Baby don't be like that"

He pulls his hand away from her "Don't fucking call me that—better yet, just stay away from me. Last night shouldn't have happened!"

With that, he walked away from her and she stood there sulking like she just lost a lover but from the looks of it was just a hookup.

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In first hour, I tried my best to ignore the sharp pain in my ribs, and in second hour, I spent trying to focus in my English class as I had promised.

Now it was lunch and I never went to the cafeteria, mostly to hide from a specific group. I spent my lunch in the library where I drew random things in my notebook as time passed by slowly.

Today wasn't like that as my hands grew tired and sore from holding my pencil, I decided it would be best if I just settled on reading.

I put my notebook in my bag and got up, walking through the book aisles and letting my eyes roam and read the spines.

My fingers dragged along all the books before I go down another aisle—stopping in my tracks when I see a familiar brown-headed and stepped back to avoid him.

Before I could make a run from it I heard his gentle voice "Hey you"

This is the first official chapter of "Muse"
If you do read "Darling" (My other book) then I'll like to say that this book won't have long chapters as that one does.

This will have fairly short chapters. I want this to be an easy read and easy write.
Especially since "Darling" is longer and is big in storyline and putting things together.