Fighting for Both of Us

Stupid, ugly, fat and useless. These are the words you have been hearing since you became an high school student. If it was hard? Yes it was, of course. In a 14 year old girl, these kind of words have a huge impact, and a negative one. You saw yourself starting to become a not so social teenager, trying to avoid public contact as much as you could, because you didn’t felt confident with yourself. Even when you asked if you were pretty to some of your friends, they would just look at you, think a bit and then answer something like: you are cute.
Yes, cute, they never told you that you were beautiful, never. You were already used to that, so slowly, the bullying thing started to become secondary to you.

Today was just another day. You were walking down the corridors in your school with your head facing the floor, while papers were flying in your direction. Boys laughing at how stupid you looked with all those paper balls stuck in your hair, and girls smirking and whispering harsh words about the way you dress. You simply shrugged it off.

“You need to stop being so calm about this. It’s been a whole year since you have been hearing these kind of words and you just shut up. You need to stand up and fight back.” Mingyu, your bestfriend, told you, slowly trying to take the paper balls from your hair.

“You don’t know what I feel. It’s easy to talk when you are so popular and good looking.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers and flinching when Mingyu pushed your hair a bit.

“Before I was popular and good looking, I was a nerd and I was bullied by the good looking ones in that time. I remember when Hansol broke my glasses. I had a hard time in school because of him and his friends.” Mingyu confessed, making you turn around abruptly.

You were shocked to know that Mingyu already felt what you were currently feeling. And when you heard Hansol’s name, you couldn’t help but be even more shocked than you already were.

“But I thought Hansol and you..”

“And we are. We are friends now, but the past wasn’t pretty between us. Look where I am now, I am the popular and good looking guy of the school , and how do you think I came this far? Do you think I cried my eyes out and locked myself in my room? That wouldn’t solve anything. You are running away, you are lowering your head to people that are not more than you are. , you are my bestfriend, do you think doesn’t hurt seeing you this way? It hurts, like crazy in fact.” Mingyu suddenly started to rise his voice, and you felt tears running down your cheeks.

You weren’t crying because he was yelling. You were crying because you knew that he was completely right. You don’t have to be afraid, but you couldn’t help but hide every time someone approaches you, even if it’s just to talk.
 

Suddenly, you heard noises outside the school. You ran to the window and the only thing you saw was a big amount of people around something that you couldn’t see properly.
Slowly you turned around to ask what was that and Mingyu already had left the room, and you still had time to see him running down the stairs. What was going on?

You decided to follow Mingyu, gripping his shirt in your hands and trying to pass through the circle of people.
What you saw next, made your legs become weak.

“Hansol stop, you are going to hurt her.” Won Woo yelled holding Hansol’s waist trying to keep him from moving any inch.

Hansol’s face was red with anger, his skin was shining due the sweat, and his hair was messy. Some of the girls that used to bully you, were on the ground, looking at him in horror, and you mentally prayed to yourself that all that scene wouldn’t be what you thought that was.

“I never saw Hansol like that, he never became angry like this, I wonder what happened.”, “I heard him yelling Lana’s name.”

When you heard your name, your heart started to beat louder and louder. Hansol talked about you? How? Does he even know that you exist?

“If you ever touch Lana again, I swear this won’t be just a simple talk. I am a boy and would be disrespectful hitting on a girl, but next time, my hands won’t be able to stay away.
This is a warning, not only for the four of you, but to everyone that it’s here in this school. I don’t want to see Lana crying again, I don’t want to hear that she is having a hard time because of stupid things. Made myself clear?” Hansol yelled, looking around and walking towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd that was looking at both of you with rounded eyes.

“Hansol stop, you are hurting me.” You whimpered, following him anyway.

He opened the door of the classroom and slowly pushed you down on the chair. He sat in front of you and rested his forehead on your leg. In that moment you didn’t knew what to do, so you just started to caress his hair, looking around and trying to keep your tears from falling.

THE famous and good looking, popular and kingka Choi Hansol are in front of you, touching you and defending you. It’s still so surreal.

Both of you stayed there in that position, neither you or him moving. Slowly, after a few minutes like this, Hansol raised his head and looked at you in the eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hansol, why did you did that? I am useless, you don’t have to worry about me because no one does. I don’t want you to ruin your good image because of…”

Before you could keep going with your explanations, Hansol kissed you. HE ING KISSED YOU. The most popular boy in school kissed you, ON THE LIPS.

Hansol felt that you weren’t kissing back, so he squeezed your waist and moved his lips against yours. So slowly, you closed your eyes and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Almost uncertainly, Hansol tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, making your lungs scream for the lack of air.

“Hansol I need to breath..” You whispered against his lips, finally making him pulling away.

“Stop saying those things to yourself, Lana. You have no idea how beautiful you are, you have no idea how much people think you are good enough. You are so hard on you, you keep pushing you down, and I’m still here trying to cheer you up. I think I saw in you what I never saw in anyone else. And those flaws you say you have, for me, are the most beautiful and perfect things you have in you. You are not fat, you are curvy and goddess like, you are not ugly, you are stunning.” Hansol whispered every single word, smiling and looking at every single inch of your face.

His hand cupped your chin and you looked at him in the eyes, blushing and crying when you heard his words.

“Now lift your head princess, or the crown will fall. Show to everyone how good and powerful you can be. I know that here…” – he said, placing a hand on the place of your heart “…lives a rebel and bad girl.” Hansol laughed, rubbing his nose against yours. “And I know you are asking yourself how this happened, but…I know about your crush in me since third grade, and it’s time for you to know that I feel the same since that day.”

Hansol took your hand and you smiled, looking at him in the eyes. “You are a pabo for making me wait for so long.
But…I couldn’t be more glad, I couldn’t ask for more, all that matters is that you came and just in the right time.” You whispered, this time kissing him instead.

When both of you stepped out of the school, holding hands, you were expecting everyone to call you bad names or even staying mad with Hansol, but instead, you saw a big crowd, holding banners saying: Lana, you made it! Be strong.

Hansol looked at you and smiled, rubbing his nose against your neck and whispering: it’s a new beginning. Congratulations my little warrior.