"Ay, totoo mhaem! Lakas ng chemistry oh! Ayiee~" tukso naman ng iba, na ikinahiya mo naman. Si Woojin, na nasa tabi mo, ay tumawa lang, hindi tinanggi ang mga tukso, kaya't patuloy pa rin sila sa hiyawan.

"Okay lang yan, maganda ka, pogi ako. Bagay." Woojin teased, noticing your shy expression as he nudged you in the shoulders.

"Kadiri ka, Woojin." Sagot mo naman, nahihiya pa rin.

Woojin acted like he was deeply hurt by your statement, even going as far as clutching his chest. "Sakit mo magsalita, ssob."

"Wala na gustong lumaban oh! Ede panalo by default kayo niyan, mga 'te!" The class secretary shouted, receiving a bunch of teasing noises from your classmates.

Woojin showed a thumbs up, "goods na yan! Payag na raw 'tong katabi ko!" Sagot niya.

Pabiro mong tinulak si Woojin, sinusubukang ipakita sakaniya na naiinis ka, pero hindi mo mapigilan ang ngiting tumatakas sa iyong mukha.

"Nakakainis ka, alam mo ba yun?" You told Woojin, who laughed.

"Alam ko. Lagi mo ba namang sinasabi sa'kin." Sagot naman niya.

You rolled your eyes at him, "buti naman."

10th grade isn't hard, but you felt the need to pressure yourself to aim higher, to aim higher grades, just to graduate and walk on stage with medals dangling around your neck. But you unfortunately failed the long quiz for one of your subjects— a subject you were known to be good at.

Right after the class ended, you left the room quietly. No one noticed, except for a guy who's always been beside you ever since.

Woojin followed you, until he saw you sat alone on an empty bench at the back of the school building. He approached you, quietly at first, and sat beside you.

"Lungkot natin boss ah?" Pagbasag ni Woojin sa katahimikan na bumalot sa kapaligiran. Only the sound of the rustling leaves accompanied his voice. Wala kang lakas na lingunin siya, kundi iyuko lang ang ulo mo.

"Nabagsak ko yung quiz ng favorite subject ko, Woojin." You finally talked to him after a few minutes of silence. Woojin sighed, trying to find the right words to comfort you. But instead, he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Wag ka mag-alala. Kung nahihirapan ka, lumapit ka lang sa'kin." Sagot ni Woojin.

You frowned and pushed him away from you.

"Anong lumapit sa'yo? 'Di ka nga naga-aral ng maayos." You retorted, with a pout present on your face. Woojin laughed, and quickly pulled you closer to him once again, ruffling your hair playfully.

"Oh, alam mo naman pala. Ede hindi lang ikaw bagsak, kasama mo 'ko." Biro naman niya, na mas ikina-simangot mo. Napansin niya naman ito, pero hindi pa rin nawawala ang nakakalokong ngisi sa labi niya.

"Joke lang, sungit." Dagdag pa niya.

"Nakakainis ka talaga."

Woojin smiled softly, "alam ko."

"Hala, umuulan." bulong mo sa sarili, pinagmamasdan ang malakas na buhos ng ulan.

Umuwi na lahat ng mga kaklase mo, si Woojin, nasa basketball practice. Ikaw naman, katatapos lang ang meeting ng club na sinalihan mo. Hindi mo naman expect na uulan ngayon, kasi sobrang init kanina at noong mga nakaraang araw, kaya iniwan mo na ang payong mo. Dagdag bitbit pa kasi, ang bigat na nga ng bag mo.

"Y/N!" Sigaw ni Woojin, pawis na pawis, katatapos lang ata ng training nila.

"Tapos na training mo?" Bungad mo sakaniya, habang hinahabol ang kaniyang hininga. Parang tinakbo niya ang gymnasium hanggang building ng club room niyo.

"Oo. Pauwi ka na ba?" Woojin asked back, you nodded your head.

He smiled widely, "sabay na tayo?"

"May payong ka?" Tanong mo ulit, umiling siya.

"Takbuhin nalang natin. Wala naman tayong choice." He answered, followed with a laugh. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him.

"Baka magkasakit tayo, Woojin." You scolded lightly.

Woojin sighed, but quickly dropped his bag to rummage inside it. He took his white polo uniform, hang it on his shoulder, and zipped his bag before wearing its strap on his back.

"Akin na bag mo." Ang sabi ni Woojin, na ipinag-taka mo naman, pero noong napansin mong hinihintay ka niya, wala ka nang nagawa kundi ibigay sakaniya.

Napansin mo namang sinuot niya ang bag mo sa harapan niya.

"Uy, okay lang, kaya ko namang bitbitin, Woojin." You told him, nahihiya ang boses mo.

Umiling siya, "ako na. Ang bigat kaya netong bag mo, sa liit mong yan, paano mo kinakayang bitbitin 'to?"

"Para kang may dalang bato ampota." He whispered the last sentence, which you still heard. You smack him on his bare shoulder, na ikinatawa naman niya bago umiwas sa hampas mo ulit.

Nilagay nya ang polong hawak niya sa taas ng ulo mo, sabay ngumisi ng nakakaloko. "Tara na, takbo!"

Madalang lang magka vacant sa schedule niyo, nasaktuhan na may meeting ang lahat ng teachers. Yung iba mong mga kaklase, lumabas, bumili sa canteen. Yung iba naman, gumagawa ng assignments na nakalimutan nilang gawin kagabi, ang iba naman nakikipagusap lang sa mga kaibigan nila.

Si Woojin, ayun, nasa harap at nakaupo sa table ng teacher. Hindi naman allowed yun, eh. Pero sino bang makakapag pabawal sakaniya? Kasama niya iyong mga classmates mo na tinutukoy nilang 'boys at the back'. May hawak na gitara si Woojin, nagsa-strum lang habang nakikitawa sa mga kaklase niyo.

Alam mong magaling mag-gitara at kumanta si Woojin, pero madalang niya lang gawin 'yon kapag magkasama kayo.

"Hawak pala ni Woojin ang beat, eh!" Sigaw ng isa sa mga kaklase mong babae, na ikinatawa niyo namang lahat.

"Tumugtog ka naman diyan, oh!" Sigaw naman ng iba.

Woojin smiled, "sige ba. Anong kanta?"

"Favorite song ng crush mo, ayie~!" Hiyaw ng isa niyong kaklase.

Woojin laughed, and you weren't sure if you were just mistaken, but you saw his eyes flickered on your figure for a second, before he quickly looked down at the guitar.

What shocked you most was the familiar intro of your favorite song,

Mundo.

"Naks, wala kang buntot ngayon, ah?" Ryul, isa sa mga seniors sa school niyo. Already in 12th grade, in the same basketball team as Woojin.

"Sino nanaman yan, kuya?" Singhal mo naman.

"Sino pa ba? Ede si Woojin." Sagot niya sabay tawa. You frowned, and quickly pulled your fries away from him nung napansin mong umaamba siya na kumuha sa pagkain mo.

"Damot." Ryul mumbled.

"Buraot." You mumbled back, na ikinatawa niya.

"Sungit mo naman. Kaya siguro inlove na inlove sa'yo si Woojin." Ryul said, which made your eyebrow furrowed.

"Pinagsasabi mo kuya, kilabutin ka nga." The older guy laughed.

"Luh, hindi mo ba pansin?" Tanong niya.

You glared at him, "ang alin?"

"Alam ko mga ganoong titigan, kung makatitig sa'yo akala mo ikaw mundo niya, eh."

Ryul's words were stuck on your head for days. To the point you kept recalling moments you had with Woojin, the way his voice softened even when he teases you, or when he started carrying your things for you. The way he always knew when you're upset or not in the mood.

Suddenly, Ryul's words weren't nonsense after all, and it is affecting you mentally.

You switched seats, making an excuse that you couldn't see well on your original seat. Or when you'd avoid Woojin like a plague, using every excuse in the book just so you wouldn't ineract with him.

Of course, everyone noticed, especially him. So when he spot you sitting on an empty bench during break time, Woojin found himself squatting down in front of you. His hands immediately engulfed your smaller ones, holding your hand tightly as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he ever loosen his grip.

Nanlaki ang mata mo, at sinubukang kumawala sa mga hawak niya, ngunit mas malakas siya sayo.

"Woojin, bakit?" You asked, panicked. Woojin's pleading eyes stared at you. It was the first time you saw him in this state, eyes teary and begging.

"May nagawa ba akong mali?" He asked, voice cracking a bit. You swore you felt your heart break into pieces.

"Ha? Wala, Woojin, tumayo ka riyan. Baka may makakita sa'tin." Sagot mo naman ng mabilis, habang tumitingin sa paligid. Hinigpitan niya ang hawak sa mga kamay mo, inilapit ang mga ito sa kaniyang mukha.

"Bakit mo 'ko iniiwasan?" bulong ni Woojin.

"Hindi kita iniiwasan—"

"Sorry, sungit ko. Hindi ko alam anong ginawa kong mali, pero sorry na. Pansinin mo na 'ko." Pagmamakaawa niya.

"Hindi ko kayang mabuhay na hindi mo 'ko kinakausap. Bati na po tayo, hm?" Dagdag pa niya, looking at you straight in the eyes. And you couldn't help but blurt out the following words,

"Gusto mo ba 'ko, Woojin? Yung totoo."

Woojin's mouth parted, like he wanted to say something, before he closed his mouth fully once again. The place was engulfed in an uncomfortable silence, before his unexpected words broke it.

"Don't wanna~!" Ohyul whined louder, like a child who doesn't wanna obey.

"I need to drink! My throat's getting super dry." You exclaimed, tapping the back of his hand. Ohyul refuses to let you go, and instead, pulled you closer to him and locked your legs with his.

A groan escaped your lips, and you couldn't do anything but lay limp beside him, giving up. A grin of victory escaped from Ohyul's face as he buried his head on the crook of your neck, inhaling the soft scent of your bodywash that was still present.

Few minutes passed by, and you felt his grip around your body loosened. You took this as an opportunity to quietly slip away from his embrace and padded your way to the kitchen.

Once you finished drinking the glass filled with water, you went back to Ohyul's room. You saw him already awake, sat on his bed with blinking eyes, trying to get rid off of his sleepiness. When you stopped in front of him, Ohyul quickly pulled you on his lap, his arms immediately wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

"You didn't get me water?" Ohyul mumbled, his mind still cloudy.

"You were asleep when I left." You answered, caressing his hair that is now resting on your shoulder.

"I woke up 'cause you left." He stated clearly, like it was your fault. A chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.

Before you could answer back, he had already gripped your body tightly, and stood up, which earned a small squeal from you.

"Put me down, 'yul!" You exclaimed, your arms immediately wrapped around his neck to support yourself. Ohyul laughed, but didn't show any signs of putting you down. His arm was wrapped around your waist, while the other was supporting you below.

Ohyul laughed in that lazy way that makes your heart flutter. "No way, I need to drink water too."

"You can't do it without literally carrying me?!"

"Nope." When he finally arrived in the kitchen, he placed you down on the empty counter. Ohyul's arm reaching for glass with his other arm still wrapped around your waist, not letting you go even if it makes it harder to fetch water.

If that wasn't enough, every time he finished sipping water, he leans closer to you and give a small kiss on your lips. Doing it until he finishes drinking. When he placed down the glass, your boyfriend's arms quickly latched them around your body as he pulled you closer to him, his body in the middle of your legs as he leaned in to kiss you longer.

A small hum of satisfaction escaped Ohyul's lips as he explored the inside of your mouth, you let out a soft, quiet moan before you pushed him away from you.

You glared at him, "we haven't even brushed our teeths." You said, feeling a little conscious.

Ohyul shook his head, mumbling a small "don't care." before he leaned once again to resume the kiss.

When he was finally a little satisfied, Ohyul carried you once again all the way to his bedroom. This time, you didn't even bother arguing with him and accepted your fate by resting your head on the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped around it while you swing your legs that were on each side of his waist.

A small smile appeared on Ohyul's face, giving you a soft squeeze on your side as he closed the bedroom door behind him. He walked towards his bed (a pile of mattresses, if I may add.) and dropped you on it, which caused you to bounce slightly, a laugh echoed inside the room from both of you.

You immediately scooted over to give space for your boyfriend, who instantly lied down and quickly latched his limbs around you once again.

"You're really clingy, y'know that?" You teasingly mumbled, caressing his cheek. Ohyul snuggled closer to you, a satisfied sigh escaped his lips.

"Shh, it's nap time."

"Again?"

Surprisingly enough, once he came back to school as a newly-debut idol, he suddenly got a spot to the 'popular kids' table at the cafeteria. He felt a tad bit shy to decline their offer, so he took it instead, even though he felt really, really uncomfortable.

"Uh- it's okay... I guess.. except for the constant eye on me, I think there's nothing really new." Woojin answered, looking at his side, still feeling uncomfortable. The girl hummed, and then averted her attention to someone else as they conversed about gossips Woojin couldn't seem to care about.

"Oh, it's the film freaks.." One of them grimaced, before they all collectively laughed.

Curious, Woojin looked at where they were looking at. There were a lot of students, holding different kind of materials Woojin assumed is needed for their program. Cameras, stands, those huge microphone thingies Woojin only sees during their shoots. But his eyes somewhat landed on a girl with a pen and notebook in her grasp, laughing along with her-assumed- friends.

"Woojin-ah," one of the guys called out. It took Woojin a few seconds before he removed his gaze from you.

He hummed.

"You shouldn't get close with the film freaks, if you don't want a stain on your reputation, that is." The guy said, Woojin stopped the urge to show his confusion, and bit his tongue to stop himself from talking back, and instead, nodded. But even then, he couldn't help but avert his gaze once again on you, now scribbling on your notebook, your friends leaning over to see what you're writing.

Now Woojin is even more curious.

All the students at the table nodded their heads in unison, agreeing to the guy's (Woojin couldn't even remember his name) statement.

Woojin never liked studying, especially now that he had finally achieved his dreams of debuting in an idol group. But of course, he still has to finish high school at least. So it was no wonder when he decided to skip general maths today. Woojin wandered around behind the campus premises, tall trees that serves as a shade, he saw a familiar figure of a girl not too far off, under the tree.

Without a second thought, his feet brought him to where the girl is, and upon close, he realized it was one of the film major students that his so-called friends kept mocking.

When you noticed a shadow looming over, you removed your gaze from the notebook on your lap, your pen hanging mid-air as you raised your head. Only to be met by Woojin's curious gaze.

"Oh... Aren't you one of those jay park boys?" You said, tone a little too blunt which caused Woojin to internally winced.

Woojin scoffed before he sat down beside you, not too close to invade your boundaries, but close enough for you to smell the faint scent of his strong perfume. "We're LNGSHOT, y'know? Not Jay Park's boys.."

He didn't even bother to ask you if it was okay for him to sit beside you. Which caused you to furrow your eyebrows, but let out a quiet sigh instead of arguing with him about it.

"Eh, same thing. What are you even doing here, with a film freak? I'm sure your popular friends are looking for you— wait, don't you have class today?" You asked, closing your notebook when you noticed him take a quick peek.

Woojin scrunched his nose, and averted his gaze. "... I just want... an alone time. I guess?"

"Alone time... interesting, and yet decided to approached and sit beside me." You mumbled sarcastically, leaning on the tree, its texture poking your back a little uncomfortably.

"You seem nice."

"Psh, nice. Yeah, right. Freaks aren't nice, mr. Idol." You dismissed his somewhat compliment.

"You don't look like a freak." Woojin softly said, eyes finding its way on your face, examining your features. His eyes softened, pulling his legs to rest his head on top of it.

"That's because I'm not. You and your popular friends just decided one day to call us that." You pointed out, your tone came out as bitter. Woojin shook his head.

"I didn't- I wasn't... I'm not friends with them.." Woojin mumbled.

You scoffed, "are you sure about that?"

"Yeah! I'm sure!" Woojin answered too loudly and quickly, which caused you to flinch. He mumbled a small apology.

"I don't consider them as my friends... yeah, they invite me to eat at their table. But that's about it.." Woojin explained slowly, like he's scared to say the wrong things that might upset you.

You laughed a little. "At least you're not dumb enough to consider them as your friends."

"Hey!" Woojin shouted slightly, a little offended you called him dumb. But he laughed after a few seconds.

"What? They're the worst! People who are friends with them or even want to be part of them are dumb." You told him, rolling your eyes.

Woojin laughed at your statement and nodded, a sign that he agrees. "What did the film majors even do for them to hate you guys so much?" He asked, now curious.

"When we were filming for a project, one of them tripped on a wire and fell. She accidentally bumped into a bucket filled with fake blood. But it looks so realistic they started freaking out!" You exclaimed, the corner of your eyes crinkle from laughing. Woojin couldn't help but laugh as well, already imagining how it happened.

"I mean, how dumb are they to think it's real blood? Unless we're a bunch of psychopaths or something!" You added, finishing the story that somewhat still gets pass over to new film major students.

"So that's why you guys are called film freaks." Woojin stated in between his laughs.

"That's not the only reason, though. We always get into fights with them, and one of the seniors before pulled a prank on them using our props." The smile on your face didn't disappear even though the story had come to its end. The place filled with laughter turned into a comfortable silence. Woojin then saw you open your notebook once again, and started writing down.

He couldn't help but ask, "what are you writing?"

"Just a little project for our creative writing." You answered, right after, you stopped writing. Woojin looked at your expression, and noticed how you somewhat got stuck on it.

"Can you tell me about it?" He asked.

"Our teacher told us to write a romance short story. A little bit boring and cliché, don't you think?" You answered, glancing at him with a closed-eye smile.

Woojin nodded his head slowly, "so that's why you got stuck on that specific paragraph..." He mumbled.

You stared at him for a few seconds, and when you saw him tilt his head to the side, gazing at you curiously, an idea popped inside your head.