_DaeHyun

_Zelo

Prologe;;

 The hallways went silent as the scrawny boy had been pushed onto the cold marble floor. Groups of people hoarded the scene, flipping out there camera phones. Standing up, staring at the floor was a boy whose name tag read, 'Choi Joon Hong' or to his off school friends. Zelo. Curly hair and all. 

   The boy who was always picked on. Always made fun of. Kicked. Words that burned like acid to his face. That boy. 

  "Take him, hyung!" Chanted the leaders followers. This boy. The much older, king, if you must. He had power. He used that power. This boy named Daehyun, was merciless, but when it came to one thing. He couldn't help but feel like the worst scum on the face of the earth. 
  She. She was the reason. 
Gasps sounded through the crowd. Her hand were out wide protectively. The elders smirk fell off his face. His blunt hand slowly came back to his side. His control from himself was gone. He suddenly felt horrible guilt rise up in his chest. As if he had been caught murdering a kitten. 
  "Come on Hyung! Is this girl going I stop you?" Yes, he thought.

  Daehyun love her. He loved her more than anything. The quiet new girl that didn't fawn at his every doing, caught his eyes. She may have not been the most beautiful girl in the school, but she was so gorgeous to him.

 
  Daehyun backed away. His group looked dumbfounded but followed like the monkeys they were. People scattered—disappointed they couldn't put a good fight onto their blogs. 
  "Are you alright?" She asked quietly?

 The adrenaline had been drained from her body. She had once been strong as a lion, but back to the meek little mouse. 

  Zelo shook his head. She smiled. 
  "Let's be friends." Zelo looked surprised at her out put hand. 
  "Okay." He simply shook her hand. He looked around at the empty hallways. 
  "I should probably get to class." She came back to realization and looked around. 
  "Oh yeah. Me too." She looked at his name tag. "Bye Joon Hong."
Zelo's tall frame stalked away. 
  
  Daehyun, seething with envy as he had watched the whole thing. How he wished they were friends. Then soon enough, lovers. 
  Covering up his mouth with a skulled black cloth. He stalked off. 

    'I'll change for you. I swear.' 

A/N;;

 This story was inspired by NU'EST's debut video called Face. The whole concept of the video and the song had me thinking. Check it out if you can, I really am liking them..(and Ren too..)