The Flower Boy

I should feel happy I guess, because I have these awesome friends, but I can’t help but seeing all the people that hate me at this school. The girls think i’m weird, and the boys attract annoying girls in their shadows.

Seungcheol had an official practise for the weekend game so I was left alone for lunchtime. Well not as alone as I thought I was…
Having leftovers for lunch I quite contently ate my noodles. Just after a group of high-pitched laughters came closer to me, my noodles and the container it was in was knocked completely out of my hands onto the ground beneath me. I looked up to see who it was to see a big gang of girls right front of me, casting a huge shadow over me. “Opps. Didn’t see you there.” The girl who’d tipped my food over said, creating giggles throughout the group. Just then I realise this girl is Seungyeon. I sighed in response, wondering if this’ll be like with Seungcheol’s stalkers.
“What do you want Seungyeon?”
“I want you to stay away from my boyfriend!” A chorus of agreeing girls behind her whisper. Looking her in the eyes, I tried to appear not fazed, though I felt a little sick.
“I can’t help he’s my chemistry partner. Take that up with the chemistry teacher, not me.”
“Stop smart talking me you idiot! You have no right to talk that way to me!” She started raising her voice to me. No right?! Who made her queen?! I stood up ready to really get into her with my feelings when the groups of girls parted with a bunch of boys coming through. The first face I saw was Jungkook who I have only see around. The rest of Bangtan behind him, making the group of girls swoon. Jungkook's face filled with confusion and slight annoyance. “What’s going on here?” He looks at me and asks.
“Just some girls getting to know each other, you know.” Seungyeon chirps in annoyingly. Bangtan and I turn to look at her. The audacity of this girl…
“It didn’t look like that to me.” Another member of Bangtan speaks up. “Looked like you were giving Wonah here a hard time.” The girls started to look around guiltily. unknowingly, my eyes started to water up quite quickly. I swung my head to look at the ground, hoping no one would pay attention to me right now. No one ever does, why did they start now? I couldn’t handle the hate the girls of the school were giving me. What did I ever do wrong? My vision blurred up and became clearer as I blinked out the first few tears. “Wonah. Look at me.” The all too familiar voice said sternly in front of me. I dried my eyes with a quick few hand movements and looked up to see Seokjin staring at me with worry. So he was here after all.
“Her eyes are red…” One member called Taehyung from my right said with huge eyes gawking at me.
“That’s because she’s been crying you idiot.” Another member called Yoongi said from my left. The girls had left, and I didn’t know how but I knew Bangtan had something do to with it.
“You’re crying Wonah?” Jungkook said with concern in his voice. I hadn’t meet these guys but why were they being so nice to me?
“Guys, maybe we should give Wonah some space,” Namjoon, the english speaking member said. They all nodded slowly and turned around. All except for one. The one I really didn’t want to see right now.
“Seokjin… I can’t do the deal,” I say but it only comes out in chunks after they had fought with the cries in my throat threatening to come out.
“Wonah, just breath.” He said in a soothing voice, surprising me in actually understanding how I felt right now. He softly placed a hand on my shoulder and I had let him keep it there. “No one has to know about the whole lessons thing. Please don’t be upset,” he almost whispered to me. I looked into his eyes to see how he truly felt. I felt sort of silly acting this way in front of him. He had never seen me so broken down like this, not… me.
Slowly his hand rubbed my shoulder which seemed to lull the cries away slowly. Seokjin had waited until I wasn’t choked by tears, actually the whole of Bangtan did. Maybe because I didn’t roll my skirt up or wear makeup that the girls didn’t like me. I wasn’t confining to social pressured appearances that they seemed to think they had to confine to. Just then, with Bangtan hanging with me at lunch for a bit, it seemed like not all men were idiots, like I always assumed they were.

It was a cold afternoon the day of the soccer game Seungcheol had invited me to. It was a couple of hours after school finished so I decided to stay and study until the game was to start. I headed over quarter of an hour before the start to grab a good seat so could see Seungcheol well. As the crowd filled up, I noticed it was nearly all friends and family watching, as they started to chant names as the teams rolled out onto the field. My gloved hands knitted themselves into each other to savour what warmth I had left in my hands. I looked at each member as they jogged out onto the field patiently waiting for Seungcheol to appear. Second to last to come out, there he was. I shouted his name through my hands on either side of my mouth. “GO SEUNGCHEOL!” I shouted with a smile on my face. Seungcheol seemed to be finding someone in the crowd and as there were many other girls calling out his name I assumed it was someone else. His eyes wandered before resting on mine. A smile lit up his face and even from a distance his eyes sparkled the dazzling way they do. My heart beat stopped momentarily realising it was me he had looked for. He waved over his head still looking me in the eyes. I smiled and waved back, which I would like to say I have never done so enthusiastically for a person before. And the game was off. Immediately Yonghwa school (my school) scored in the first five minutes of the game. I always regretted not joining a team in school but I was always told sport wasn’t really going to get me anywhere in life unless I was given a god-like talent in the sport. The opposing team managed to sneak in two goals after that and a penalty shoot out. I started to worry for our team. This wasn’t a good way to start their season. Just when I thought the opposing team was going to score again, Seungcheol, almost appearing out of nowhere moved like the speed of light down the field. Mouth open, I was on the edge of my seat. “Kick it Seungcheol!” I said stupidly, but luckily there was a bit of cheering going on so I was drowned out. As if he heard me, kick, and we had scored again finally. I stood up on my feet and clapped happily watching Seungcheol do a run around the field smiling and hugging his team mates.
The game played then on out in our favour. Seungcheol scoring three goals for the Yonghwa team. I was thoroughly impressed. And as if he knew how good of a mood I was in my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Seokjin.
Seokjin: Monday next week. I’ll tell my mother it’s for the chemistry project. 4:30pm?
Ugh I don’t want to think about this right now! I tucked my phone back and continued watching. Seungcheol looked my way for a second smiling at me. My heart jumps a little as I see how his shirt has started to stick to him flat chest and his hair becoming wet at the edges. A smile appears on my face, and I rub my hands to keep them warm once again. Yonghwa team had indeed made a good choice putting Seungcheol on the team, as they ended up winning. The teams all left the field after shaking hands.
BZZZ. Not again...
I grabbed my phone again in annoyance. He’s ruining my good mood.
Seokjin: Yes? No?
I huffed a sigh before taking off one of my gloves to type in a response.
Wonah: Yeah i’m okay with that. Bye.
Hoping I had ended that conversation, I put my phone back in my pocket as I stood up to leave. BZZZ. As i’m climbing the stairs he texts again. I continue walking to my bus stop as I pull my phone out to reply my annoyance to him.
Seokjin: I trust you with this Wonah. Don’t be screwing me over.
Wonah: What, you don’t trust me?
Seokjin: I trust you. Do you trust me?
Wonah: Well I need a reason to trust you. I don’t have many right now.
Seokjin: Because I know you want to make others happy before yourself. Even though you have this staunch look, you’re a bit of a softie underneath ;)
I felt my cheeks warm up, but my hands weren’t on them. I sat down, now at my bus stop, staring at the text. BZZZ.
Seungcheol: I’m sorry I couldn’t see you after the game. My father dragged me away to talk to these business guys about my future in soccer. Not that my opinion matters. Thank you for being there Wonah, it meant a lot to me :)
I smiled at the text. I saw a little of myself in Seungcheol’s text. The part of me that doesn’t want to confine to other’s decisions about me or myself. I saw understanding in Seokjin’s text. He’s finally understanding who I am. Maybe crying in front of him wasn’t a wise thing to do. Is this him still flirting? My gut told me otherwise. I felt maybe I had been misjudging him as everyone at school had been so blindly doing. There’s this other side to both of these guys no one’s seen...

Notes

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Hope you are all having wonderful lives! Remember to look on the positive side of things!
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