“Don’t listen to them, Hansol. You’re fine the way you are. Don’t change because of just a few people. They don’t know what they’re saying.”
 

“You’re my best friend, duh.”

“I’ll always be here for you, Hansol. I’ve got you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I’ll always have your back.”

, those words echoed like a broken record in Hansol’s mind, he’d been told them countless of times by his best friend Byungjoo. He’d basically grown up with the guy.

A squeak left Hansol’s mouth as he was slammed against a locker. He felt his hair being tugged and his back slamming continuously against the locker over and over again. It felt like a never ending occurrence. He’d never been harassed like this. He heard the cocky voices, antagonizing him. “You damn geek”, or “You freak.” Hansol was used to these words, he didn’t necessarily feel hurt by them anymore. He’d always believed his best friend would be there to comfort him and confront the people responsible immediately afterward, that was until he heard a familiar laugh.. a familiar voice and it wasn’t until he locked eyes with the other that he realized it was Byungjoo.

“I know.. what the hell are you even wearing? Grandma sew that for you?” He’d heard Byungjoo say, watching a cocky grin appearing on the brunettes face. He stood behind the people who were currently tossing Hansol against the locker. A horrified expression appeared on Hansol’s face, tears pricking his eyes. That drove Hansol over the edge. It was too much for him to comprehend at once. He let himself slide down the locker, breaking into a sobbing mess. How could you.

“Laugh my off!” He heard a voice say toward Bjoo, then he watched at Bjoo proudly took a few back pats from the popular pricks that’d influenced him. The crew shared a few more laughs, before he heard Byungjoo speak up once more. Once wasn’t enough?

“Seriously though, this isn’t the 17th century. Least you could do is sew your own clothes, maybe paste a fake adidas tag somewhere, if you can even at least afford that.” Byungjoo snickered. Hansol just trembled at his words. The promises Byungjoo has made to him burnt out of his mind, replaced with the menacing laughs of Byungjoo’s new friends, and the taunting insults Byungjoo has spewed.

“Enough.. please.. please.. just leave me alone..” Hansol said through a snob and a snotty sniff, which earned a grimace from one of the bratty girls that was tugging at Hansol’s hair.

“Gross.” She commented, before turning around. “Let’s go. I can’t stand looking at this grosso any longer.” She laughed, Hansol watched, again mortified as Byungjoo nodded to her in agreement, seemingly having sympathy for the girl as wrapped his arm around her, and the entire crew walked away from him, leaving him a crumpled up mess

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[ text ] 3:40 PM
To: B-Jewled♥
From: Hansol

I hope it’s worth it. If I still mean something to you, if you’re not already completely consumed by yourself, let’s hope walk on opposite sides of the hallways from here on out.

seen by B-Jewled♥ at 3:45 PM

Hansol was on his second box of tissues, blowing his nose, trying to keep himself from ripping his own hair out. He was so angry, and so hurt. He’d been continuously checking for a reply from Bjoo, but to be hit with a constant “seen”. Hansol glanced at his clock. 5:45 PM. Bjoo had gotten and seen his text over two hours ago. He wanted some explanation, some kind of lame apology, anything.. He didn’t want it to be the end. It’s too soon.