#highschool!svt

If you can't see without your glasses I'll guide you.

Whoosh!

The ball hit you right on the side of your head and down you went, ironically time seemed to slow down but your head still banged against the field and your glasses still fell away in pieces. Yells surrounded you immediately and although your vision had gone almost dark and blurry and you felt tears stream down your face at the throbbing pain in your head, you still felt strong arms lifting you off the prickly grass and then you were floating, looking up at the blue sky with the fluffiest clouds you'd seen in a long time.

"Keep your eyes open for me love, don't fall asleep." The deep voice mumbled to you calmly, although now that you think about it, it was a little panicky. And you knew why. If you fell unconscious, that would be bad since you had most probably gotten a minor concussion from both the ball hitting you and your head slamming against the field. And you obeyed, staring up at the blurry grey dull ceilings of your school hallways. They really needed a paint job.

The rest of the day was a huge big blank blob to you. You had been told you had failed to keep yourself awake after Seungcheol got you into the infirmary from where your parents were called and you were transferred to a hospital to make sure the concussions were not too serious. You didn't remember any of it, just waking up the next afternoon with a massive headache and the inability to move your head.

The next few weeks you were told not to stress yourself too much and try to refrain from any movements that would bring a jerk to your head. And that's when it started. Choi Seungcheol, captain of the football team followed you everywhere you went. He made it his mission to be your personal bodyguard after finding out what the doctor had advised you to do when he came to apologize to you at the hospital and instead ran into your sister who turned out to be his friend due to being on the cheer squad.

And since you only knew him as Choi Seungcheol the football Captain, you were surprised he was so sweet and caring, thinking it had only been that way since he was guilty for hurting you and also breaking your glasses.

On another day like the rest, he followed you everywhere, you grabbed a few heavy books from the shelves in the library, trying to reach a book higher and standing on the absolute tip of your toes but sighed in defeat when you couldn't reach it. In the middle of another try to arms caged you against the shelf as an arm reached up over your head to grab the book you so desperately wanted. You were frozen, you knew he it was, obviously since he followed you everywhere and was the only guy ever to talk to you besides your two brothers.

You thanked him, in a high pitched squeak that embarrassed you more and quickly grabbed the book from his arms, running away to your table and sitting down, opening a random page and hiding your face in it. Seungcheol leaned against the shelf as he smirked at you. He couldn't deny it anymore, your cute little nerdy personality had managed to warm his heart and win it as well.

So he kept following you, even after you were recovered and didn't need him anymore, even after you went from sophomore to Junior and he went from Junior to Senior, Seungcheol followed you around with an his large muscly arm on your shoulders and your cute small bag in his other hand. You didn't particularly mind it, you felt safe with him around now that your brothers had graduated along with your sister, and with his jock status in the school, nobody messed with him, or the tiny nerd that was you besides him.

I swear I'm not a creep, but your smile is just really pretty.

You liked thinking you weren't really eye-catching. Sure you had averagely pretty looks that managed to get you a few dates but nothing ever felt like the person was seriously interested in you. It also might have something to do with the fact that nobody ever put as much effort as your secret admirer Woozi did.

Every other week you had an entire page of song lyrics in your locker, your books, your pencil case and once even in your empty water bottle. You'd consider it weird and creepy but the songs the person wrote for you were so heartwarming and beautiful that you'd saved all of them. If only you could find out who it was.

On the other hand, Jihoon had run out of ways to slip you the latest song he had written under his secret name Woozi. He didn't have to worry about you finding out who he is, because besides his friends nobody in school knew of the name. The problem now was that whenever he was close to slipping the page somewhere you could find it, you would always come there at the last moment. He had been trying to encourage himself to just grab his guitar and sing it to you himself for weeks now but every time you came too close, his heart stuttered and he lost the ability to comprehend his own thoughts.

Today was turning out to be another day when you constantly stuck to every place he could slip you the page at, you always had your bag on your shoulder, he couldn't find enough time to slip it into your locker, you had forgotten your pencil case at home and your bottle went missing at home so you were stuck drinking school water.

You knew Jihoon, even thought he was really cute when he unknowingly pouted in class while staring at nothing, or when he wore shirts with sleeves too big and hit his friends with it. Everyone knew him to be small but scary but you just caught him behaving unbelievably cute everytime you looked his way. You had wondered whether other people had seen him do all those things, eating happily during lunch or grinning and slapping Mingyu, his tall friend's arm when he did something funny.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Jihoon approached you in the library, he had seen you go in there with his best friend Wonwoo, both of you talking animatedly. Wonwoo, knowing about Jihoon's crush on you after catching him staring at you during World History with a soft expression, had made it his mission to become friends with you in a way to get you both to become friends so Jihoon would be more comfortable in confessing to you.

Jihoon caught you asleep with Wonwoo quietly studying besides you. Jihoon blushed when Wonwoo grinned at him and whispered to him that you were taking a power nap before you got to work on your assignment for Psychology.

Jihoon smiled widely, he had finally found the perfect moment to slip to paper to you. He leaned across the table and as silently and carefully as he could, pulled your notebook open. Perhaps it was bad timing, or perhaps it was fate, but right that moment you sat up with a jerk and yawned, slapping a hand on your mouth with wide eyes as you caught a frozen Jihoon with wide eyes, clearly holding the same pastel blue paper your secret admirers' notes always came in. Jihoon knew he should have ran the moment you sat up but he couldn't, especially not when your eyes quite literally shined like jewels because of them watering due to your yawn.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Wonwoo had already slipped away from the sight, bored of your staring match since neither of you had grasped reality yet and realized the secret was now out in the open. Lee Jihoon was your secret admirer and you had just caught him red handed. Your heart speeded up in your chest as a deep blush settled in your cheeks the same time Jihoon mumbled out an apology and ran away after leaving the piece of paper, the tips of ears blood red.

Friends don't go out on dates at midnight.

Joshua Hong, the sweetest boy in the school and every girl's dream. He was sweet, could sing well, performed well academically, he was an all rounder and the girls were pretty sure he would be the best boyfriend. But the Joshua Hong you knew, was worlds apart.

Joshua Hong was a devil's worker behind his sweet smiles and cat eyes. He was the kid who could slash someone's tires with a smile and then make that person apologize for it. The Joshua Hong you knew was fun and naughty and so very carefree. He helped you prank people and often ended up freeing you from trouble with his soft smiles and poetic words.

People often wondered why their angelic Joshua Hong hung out with you, the town's designated bad influence. Your public images were far apart yet there was never a day Josh came to school without your doc martens following. You were a packed package and no matter what anyone said it would stay that way.

Yet here you were, grumbling in a corner alone with a bottle of juice in your hand when half your school was dead drunk on the spiked punch and your best friend was off dancing with the golden girl of the school. The perfect girl for the school's perfect guy and suddenly you felt the anger boiling as you slammed the juice down and stomped towards the gym doors, your floor length dress dragging behind you and your balled fists gripping it as high as you could.

You felt anger, but you didn't know why. You felt pain, but you didn't know why. You felt jealousy, but you didn't know why and it was annoying you beyond words. It sounded absurd, you being jealous over Josh dancing with someone else, absolutely sounded stupid to even think such things. So what if he had abandoned you? His life didn't revolve around yours and yours didn't revolve around him.

So you sat on the steps of the school entrance, in the biting cold out of stubbornness because you refused to go into the same room where all your anger and jealousy would probably bubble over into something you'd regret saying as soon as the words left your mouth. And even though it felt like hours, the few minutes of sitting in the cold were cut short by a suit jacket being placed on your shoulders.

You looked up, Joshua smiled down at you, the same smile he used to woo the girls and the same smile he gave people when church boy Joshua had to maintain his image. You hated that smile. You loved his naughty smiles where his eyes almost closed because he was just so overjoyed by the mere idea of causing trouble with you. You loved the loud laughter that escaped him when you bad mouthed someone you both disliked.

Joshua probably understood what your frown meant because he sighed and copied your expression, squatting in front of you and holding your hands, rubbing his own on them and blowing hot air from his mouth to warm them up. Your frown deepened. Joshua never did stuff like this to you, but you had also never been in a situation like this before.

"Let's go grab some food, you look hungry and pissed and I think I'll be able to handle you if one of those is gone." He smiled his cheeky little smile, one you were familiar with and squeezed your hands, pulling you up and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, jokingly leaning most of his weight against you and causing you to yell at him in annoyance. Joshua laughed loudly and pulled you back to him and somehow all your anger disappeared, only a soft bubbly feelings staying behind as you grinned and shook your head.

The diner was empty, save for a few other customers who were finishing up the last bits of their food. The server told you to order quickly since it was their last batch of food being cooked which meant you and Josh would be the last customers. It was late in the night and most of the diners closed around midnight, this being the only one which stayed open until one or two.

You both ordered burgers and milkshakes, cheesy fries and two doughnuts from the leftover morning batch for desert. Joshua payed for it, saying you deserved a little treat after dressing up so much because he asked nicely. You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to hide the flutters in your stomach at his words. It sounded like it was a date but you didn't want to get your hopes up. Joshua had only ever treated you as a best friend and you shouldn't even be feelings these things for him.

As you both ate and talked, the prom completely forgotten, you being messy as usual and Joshua smiling softly and cleaning the corner of your mouth with his thumb, all of these things started making you see him in a different light. You wondered if this is what liking someone felt like. The last crush you had was when you were in kindergarten, on a foreign kid from Japan. You knew how relationships should be but you'd never bothered with them because you felt like it was a waste of time trying to find your right guy and getting heartbroken in the process.

He teased you the entire time he drove you home, your voice turning from whiny to annoyance as you hit him hard when he joked about you dying in your food coma. He walked up to your house door, under the guise that he didn't want you to get cold and that you still had his suit jacket. You turned around to give him his jacket back when your fingers paused while trying to find your keys in your purse. Joshua looked at you with eyes softer than you'd ever seen him. These eyes full of love that only came out when he saw his mother were looking at you as if you were the center of world and you wondered if it was because he had drank a cup of punch too.

Joshua stepped forward, and you stepped back, but you stumbled and he caught you immediately, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him, closer to his warm eyes and closer to his heart. Joshua brought you closer until your foreheads touched and your noses brushed every time you moved your face and you knew that after this day, you and Joshua Hong could never be friends. He whispered the same words in your ear and kissed your cheek, his lips as soft as you remembered from when you played the Juliet to his Romeo in freshman year theater club play.

You look beautiful under these disco lights

You weren't necessarily a person who ever got shy in front of people. It was safe to say you were one of the most known people in school due to your loudness and bubbly image. But under all that excited yelling and always cracking jokes and socializing, Joshua Hong knew the real you. The you who was afraid of what people thought and the you who wanted to spread joy to everyone but yourself.

And it made him hate this loud you. He couldn't keep seeing your tears everytime you had an anxiety attack before a party or your cheerleading performances. The fear of embarrassing others and yourself, the fear of not giving your best, the fear of people judging the real you, the fear of people commenting on you was too strong and it was making you slowly crumble from inside, all in front of the guy who had seen you in your diapers and knew every single family member by name.

Joshua might have been your boyfriend since middle school, but only a few people knew that, others just thought of you both as best friends who definitely liked each other but somehow didn't want anything more. Another fear of yours was bringing down Joshua and his image as a student body president because he associated with you.

Joshua was exhausted these days, not because of school, he'd learned to manage that. He was exhausted because he didn't want to hide it anymore, he didn't want you to hide the real you, the real you with your doubts and the real you who was so smart and not just a dumb and loud cheerleader as people saw you. They might like you, but it was for your ditzy image, because they thought they could walk over you and you wouldn't understand. But Joshua understood, and he had enough of seeing your tears.

With prom approaching, the list of people who kept asking you out seemed to be growing, everyone from your fellow seniors to the sophomores and even a few freshman had asked you out. But you were waiting for Joshua, you might not show the world how much you love him, but you wouldn't ever go out with anyone else until you both were together. You didn't tell him you were waiting, you knew that he already knew and you also knew that he'd come over to your place and ask you out over dinner with your parents. That was enough for you.

But Joshua had other plans this year. It was senior year, more than four years of him hiding the fact that he had kissed those always smiling lips of yours more times than he could count at this point. He wanted to go small and sweet, but the idea of a huge and over the top promposal for your senior year seemed more effective and better. You'd cry, for sure, but it would all be worth it because they'd be happy tears.

Down to two days before prom, you were officially freaking out. Joshua hadn't asked you out yet and people were starting to ask who you were going with. Joshua looked nonchalantly as usual, acting normally as if he hadn't forgotten to ask you out for senior prom. You had decided to give up if he didn't ask you out by the end of the day and gulp down your little pride and ask him yourself.

Everyone could tell you were distracted today, a select few treated this as a good thing since they were in with Joshua to help with your promposal. The girls in your Cheer squad had to constantly remind you to stop getting lost in your thoughts or you'd seriously injure yourself. You kept nodding a smile but their comments were not registering in your brain due to your constant thoughts of doubt. You were teetering on the edge of calmness, you were just about ready to drop everything and cry out.

Just as your Captain called out for a break, the football team walked your way, blocking your view of the field as they started talking to your squad while you stood in the back. Unknown to you, they were helping cover the field while Joshua and his students helpers came over with the charts and the balloons, along with Joshua's guitar and a chair. Joshua was going to sing for you in front of everyone, something he was doing for the first time too when it was always something that was a secret between you two.

You smiled up at one of the players when waved at you, looking down just as they left and not noticing the obviously set up charts with Joshua sitting with his guitar in front, his warm smile looking at you with so much love the girls just about ruined the surprise by squealing loudly. You were too lost in your head to lost but as soon as the first note of Sunday Morning played, your head snapped up, Joshua sitting in direct vision.

Your mouth fell open with your hand following with a slap onto it. Joshua continued smiling, his eyes seeming to brighten as you looked at him with pure shock, tears welling up in your eyes immediately as you broke into a sob. Your squad immediately started rubbing your back as they lead you towards him, all of them handing you a rose with a small note on it that you knew you'd read as soon as you had finished smacking Joshua for his extravagant proposal.

You didn't even give him to finish his song, throwing yourself into his arms and not caring when he laughed after dropping his guitar to catch you and steady you, his hand immediately gripping the back of your head to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet words laced with honey and dripping in love. Joshua Hong, your boyfriend, the only guy who you ever loved somehow had managed to make you fall even deeper for him.

Between wiping your tears you blushed a deep red when he whispered something in your ear.

You're the answer to all my problems.

Wonwoo knew the after school drill. Pack his bag slower than everyone else so he didn't have to get caught up in the rush, walk the hallways at his speed rather than getting trampled on by others, go the field and sit there reading a book while you practiced with your cheerleading squad and then drive you to either his or your house for a study session your mom paid him for.

He wouldn't exactly call himself your tutor, more like a close friend turned paid study buddy who helped you keep your grades up to the standard your parents wanted.

You would say you hated the study sessions to your other friends because you had to tolerate nerdy Wonwoo, whom you had somehow managed to keep a secret from your other friends. Wonwoo knew the rumours around school about him. Sick mom and drunkard dad and he was left alone at home to take care of his mother and his little brother without an ounce of help from his usually passed out dad. Wonwoo knew all these rumours started because of you, because you hanged with him during freshmen year and made multiple guys jealous. So in public, you never talked to him again, but in private you smiled the widest whenever Wonwoo joked around with you.

You knew it was wrong and selfish of you, that you pushed him away and insulted him in front of your new friends, but you only wanted to have a good school life, and if you weren't around him, he would have a good school life too. And it was true, as soon as you stopped talking with Wonwoo at school, the guys who bullied him backed off and the girls went back to ignoring his presence.

As you trudged up to him after practice, hair perfectly styled in a high ponytail and your new schoolbag hanging on one shoulder, Wonwoo knew today was a good day. You were already smiling at him and even greeted him when your friends were so close. They gave you curious looks, but both of you ignored it as he mumbled a quiet hey and stood up, towering over your short stature as you both walked towards his car.

You talked the entire way to his house and the entire half an hour that your mother gave you both as snack time. While Wonwoo quietly ate the sandwiches your cook had made, you kept talking about everything that happened at school and your mother fondly looked at you both from the living room. Your mother, although a bit on the snobby side due to her upbringing in a posh and rich family, had taken a turn for the better after finding out Wonwoo's sick mother was her own childhood friend.

Before you even got to the studying part, you already whined that you were tired and sleepy and Wonwoo held up a sandwich to your mouth, which you grumbled aboht and snacked on, finishing it in a quick few seconds after which you just stared at Wonwoo as he explained you the concepts taught in school that day. Unlike other days where you payed attention and even contributed with your own doubts and questions, today you were awfully silent as you stared at him sleepily, your eyes getting heavier and heavier till your head lolled forward, once, twice and then onto Wonwoo's forearm.

He looked down at your sleeping form with a frown, which slowly melted into a soft expression as he pushed away your hair and sat silently to let you sleep. Studying could wait if you were tired enough to fall asleep like this. Your mother walked into the kitchen and laughed softly at the sight of you snoring away on Wonwoo's arm as she patted his shoulder and left the room.

I'm not joking, I really am asking you out!

The loud racket from the class annoyed you. It always did. And the most loudest of them all, the class stupidity leader was Kwon Soonyoung. They all laughed when he even walked a little funny, it was like his aura itself was too damn funny at this point. You always thought it was silly, how he could make everyone laugh till they were ready to pee, somehow it was never funny to you, only loud, loud, loud and more loud.

You didn't know what they were laughing over this time as well but Soonyoung stumbled towards the front of the class, giggling and joking around yet as soon as your sharp and glaring eyes met his, he shut up, going a deep red at your intimidating gaze.

It confused you, why he was so scared of you was something you could never understand. He always shut up when you asked him to and sometimes a look itself was enough to make him shut up as he quietly walked back to his friends to shut them up too. You didn't know if it was a good thing or bad thing but as much as you hated his loudness, you didn't hate him.

In the unfair system of school where tons of kids stuffed their brains with information, he had a way to make the ones who were burdened by the stress of being a student, laugh. Laughter, such a simple and happy word and he spread it everywhere he went. You caught the teachers smiling along to his silly behavior too. It was a miracle he managed to keep his grades average with the amount of joking he did in both the teaching and free periods.

While you were known as the smarter and hard-working kids in school, Soonyoung was simply known for being the jokester. You know the others loved asking for help from you but they also hated when you shut up their fun with Soonyoung. You didn't mean to, you just didn't like loud places and loud people.

Soonyoung once again turned a deep red when he caught your hard stare and stuttered with his words, his joke lodged in his throats as his mouth went dry, but not with fear like you thought, no. Soonyoung couldn't handle your gaze because it made him shy and flustered, his heart increased it's thudding and his hands got sweaty. Soonyoung couldn't handle your gaze because he was too much a fool for you, Soonyoung liked you too much to form two words in your presence.

And seeing it again, seeing him so tongue-tied when you looked at him made you somewhat upset, you were mad he was scared of you, so you stood up, quite loudly and stomped to him, standing in front of his wide eyed and blushing person.

"Why are you scared of me Soonyoung?" You had narrowed your eyes at him, hands crossed across your chest and somehow managed to fluster him more as he pushed back into the blackboard, the whole class now quiet and staring at the both of you.

"I....I'm.. I'm-" he blinked rapidly, trying to look for what to say, trying to scream out the words that he would never be scared of you, it was the opposite! But the words stayed stuck in his throat as your frown deepened, hurt somehow reflecting on your face and guilt grasping you because you didn't want him to be scared of you.

As soon as Soonyoung realized you had stormed out of the room, looking at his friends with wide eyes he had thrown all logic out of the window and ran after you. Catching up with you was easy, building up the courage to talk to you was the hard part.

"I like you!" He had yelled out without thinking twice, his eyes widening as he slapped a hand on his mouth at the accidental words. You froze in your place, eyes widening as you processed the words and slowly turned around to face him. He was blushing but he didn't deny saying the words and somehow you felt your cheeks heating up too.

Guess who it is~

Seokmin loved surprsing you, whether it was showing up at your doorstep on Sunday mornings for breakfast, or showing up late at night with snacks while you studied, he always took pride in the adorable grins you gave him. He wouldn't tell you but it always made his heart flutter when you smiled.

And today after such a tiring day where he'd gotten scolded multiple times by teachers and even by his own soccer teammates, he needed his energy drink, he needed to see your smile. So he made up his mind and ran across the school towards the library, your safe haven.

You didn't necessarily always study there, more like catch up on sleep in a dark corner somewhere, but you did tell Seokmin that you'd be in the mythology section today to read this new book on Chinese mythological creatures.

Seokmin found you hiding behind a shelf, sitting on the floor with your face completely hidden by the large and thick book in your lap, he smiled slightly and he quietly sat in front of you, waiting for you to realize a person was in your close proximity.

After minutes of sitting there Seokmin shook his head and loudly called out your name, making you squeak and jerk in surprise as you immediately threw the book in surprise, hitting him in the face. The next five minutes of chaos were full of you apologizing to your red faced best friend as he laughed on the floor with tears escaping his eyes because although he loved scaring you, that thick book still almost broke his nose.

As you both calmed down, Seokmin grinned at you from the floor, that same sunshine smile that brightened your most dampest days and took away all your tiredness. But you wouldn't ever tell him your heart fluttered when he smiled.

And unknown to you, in that moment seeing you red faced in embarrassment and smiling shyly made Seokmin realize how much he liked, no, loved making you smile, and somehow his smile turned even brighter.

Shakespearean confessions are the only right way to confess.

Your book club was basically a place for you to hangout with your geeky friends. It was a hidden name for comic book club that your school funded on the name and disguise of being a book club. Since the members were all your friends, it wasn't really difficult to hide the truth from the school and the rest of the student body.

Well that was until Soonyoung walked into your club/hangout spot with the thickest version of Shakespeare's Macbeth you had ever seen. It surprised you and at the same time awed you because Kwon Soonyoung wasn't known to be a theater geek, he was very much the athletic type. And that day marked the confidentiality contract between the both of you. You wouldn't tell people he loved reading and he wouldn't tell people your club was actually a comic book club.

It was perfect, Soonyoung came to your club room for a little peace and quiet when he wanted to read and in turn brought you his large collections of Marvel comics to read. He had them all, said he collected them for ages when he went through a period of loving and living Marvel.

It took you and your friends a couple of months to finish the Marvel books Soonyoung brought, after which you all decided to surprise him with his own little library in the club room by spending the school's money on getting him all the books he had added to his list.

When Soonyoung came in the next day, he was surprised to see a comfortable looking couch next to a shelf full of all the books he had been dying to read from the time he joined the book club. As the president, you grinned at him and handed him a soft pillow to go along with a chair and Soonyoung almost cried when he hugged you tight and thanked you over and over again.