you and sunghoon have been dating for only one month. one month and 2 weeks, of we're being precise.

you and him are really different. he's quiet and loved by everyone, smart and at the center of every gossip and a strong football player. then, there is you. you have 3 friends in total (counting sunghoon), known only for being sunghoon's bf and target of bullies for years.

sometimes, they would lock you in the biology room until a teacher would finally find you. or maybe sometimes just insult you and your femininity until you bursted out in tears in front of them. other times, you would get on your knees and let them shame you. it was the usual for you.

it has been hours, and you were still locked alone in the art room, your phone stolen by the bullies. you were sitting on the floor, head buried on your hands.

finally, you heard the door open. it was sunghoon, looking anxious but a little relieved he found you. he got in his knees and helped you get up from the floor, checking your body for scars or bruises.

"sunoo..."