We try to mend, whatever that has fallen apart.

We try to fight for ourselves, for those who, we truly love.

The hallway wasn’t filled at this time of the day. I drifted from Myungsoo’s eyes to the voice that had called him over.

Nam Woohyun.

To my utter disbelief, so were the rest of the soccer team. They were hyperactive, as usual. To complete it all, the situation involved their witty snide remarks and intolerable comments. The ground has got to open up and make way for me.

“Captain! Training will start in a few minutes. Get your handsome little face in the field, before our coach throws a fit. You know how retarded he can be when he’s all impatient!”

“Dongwoo’s calling for you! We’re supposed to work on our drills now.”

“Your fan-girls are waiting by the field, Myungsoo. You wouldn’t believe this. They are even distributing chocolates and love cards to our team. Is this place, heaven or what?”

“Feels like I am in heaven.” Another voice chirped in, over the top laughter ensued.

“Kim Myungsoo, who’s that girl, whom you are talking to? Is she your girlfriend?”

I stood up, handing him the soccer ball. Myungsoo’s eyes were smothering, whispering under his breath. “Will I be able to see you again In-Na-ssi?”

I didn’t reply him, walking away with hands buried to my jeans pocket. I walked passed the rest of the soccer team, heart pounding incessantly for my dormitory buddies, just had to make appearance at the most inconvenient timing.

Sungyeol caught eyes with me, eyes blinking a few times. He looked intently, gulping. “Are you – Park In-Na? Aren’t you Seoul High’s street soccer player?”

“Yes I am.”

“OH MY GOD. You’re the Park In-Na,” Sungyeol emphasized, earning himself an immediate smack from Hoya. The latter winced, rubbing his sore arm. Sunggyu has his palm etched to his forehead, completely embarrassed by his teammate’s sudden, fan-boy outburst. Sungjong stifled a laugh, watching the team’s degrading reactions. It was pretty much humiliating. Awkward to add on to the pile.

“That hurts!” Sungyeol whined, darting a dissatisfied look towards Hoya. “Myungsoo, were you hitting on her or something?”

“Stop it Hyung. You’re such a humiliation,” Sungjong groaned, his voice turned faint. “Our image is ruined.”

“Yeah, stop it!” Hoya chided, eyes planted to the ground.

“Sungyeol is your number one fan, In-Na-ssi. Woohyun talks about you too – all the time,” Sunggyu explained, jabbing a finger towards Woohyun’s arm. “Big, really a big fan of your game.”

Hoya rolled his eyes, clearly flustered. He covered Sunggyu’s mouth. “We are all soccer players, Hyung. For your information, you’re not helping! All of us, we play the beautiful game.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” I replied simply, finding routes to escape. “Have a good training session in Seoul High. I hope that it’s fun to be here. Excuse the girls – they can be a tad fanatical.”

“Yes, we will be here for a short while. We will be leaving around six in the afternoon, to catch a bus back to our boarding school. It's an honor to meet you!”

“I love it here. The girls are beautiful and nice!” Sungyeol smirked, adding what they termed it as – ‘pure shame’ to Woollim’s soccer team image.

Woohyun tried to attract my attention, where I decided to peel away. Leaving their sentences unfinished, I muttered a goodbye and traded a small smile. I didn’t want them to see me, right through my identity. It would be too – life risking. The thought of them, hating me for pretending to be two different people, stained my heart. A wave of confusion swept across me. Simply, being panic-stricken, I ran towards the direction of the vacant space to escape from the team. I need to be back in the boarding school, before they