Unicorn bullets

~4~

Yeonjun's POV

It was like time had just stopped for a moment, my heart beating exhilaratingly fast as I was caught by someone that hates my whole being. My hands around his broad and wide shoulders, his hands around my waist. Both of us are seemingly shocked with what happened but we continue to make eye contact. Ah, his eyes holds the whole universe. It's sparkling so brightly, making my day a little bit bette—

I let out a pained whimper as I make contact on the ground. With my forearm supporting my weight, I tried to stand up but to no avail. As I felt that the pain is slightly going away, someone offered a hand to me.

"Gosh, Soobin is such a bitch right? I've heard of horrible stories about him before, but don't worry. Here I'll help you up," a student, seemingly a junior, with big eyes, nose and lips but with a small and petite face smiles warmly at me. I took his hand and thanked him.

"You can walk alright, right? If not, well go and visit the clinic and rest, Yeonjun."

"How'd you know my name?" I asked curiously. He shrugged "I always hear whispers and gossips about you. I also heard Soobin call out your name." Ah, of course I'm known as the gayest of all gays in the whole campus. How could I have not known that.

"The name's Taehyun, by the way, majoring in business management," he extends his hand to shake mine and I did the same and smiled. "Well, I have to go now. It's nice meeting you. Hyuka! Did you help Beomgyu up yet?" He looked behind his back and saw Beomgyu dazed and unknowingly staring right at Taehyun, his face all crimson red and mouth open. I guess this is my queue to leave the cafeteria and have lunch somewhere else.

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I settled on a bench at the school garden, a huge tree just meters away in front of me. I took out my lunchbox and ate a rice roll prepared by my mom. I munched on it, ignoring the slight pain that is still present at my ass. Gladly, there wasn't much students around here so I can enjoy being at peace for a little while. Not until I saw him, just right behind the tree that I'm looking at. It appears that he caught a glimpse of me as well, seeing his calm expression turn into annoyance real quick.

I suddenly lost appetite and my lunch would be put to waste. As the dumb and kind person that I am, I approached Soobin and gave my leftover rice rolls, even though I'm a bit annoyed by him. He'd probably throw it away but it's okay. Whatever helps him sleep at night.

"Eat. You still haven't had lunch yet and I'm sorry for what happened. I was not paying attention." I said kindly, with a hint of annoyance. He slapped the lunchbox away, as I expected, but I just left it there and didn't bother to pick it up. I asked, "Why are you so irritated by me? Did I do something wrong? I just wanted to help."

"Maybe if you stop getting on my way and actually leave right now, I would be delighted. Who wouldn't be disgusted by a faggot like you?" He looked up and stared at me with a sharp gaze.

A faggot.

I'm just a faggot.

The space around me feels stuffy and suffocating in an instant. I started breathing heavily, my steps faltering backwards. My vision started to fuck up making it hard for me to balance myself. I tried to appear as subtle as possible during a panic attack in front of Soobin but it's not working at all. Soobin looks shocked and freezes on the spot, not knowing what he needs to do. I fumbled hurriedly on my pockets, on search for my inhaler. Once I finally got it, I immediately puffed it once in my mouth. A tear escapes as I exhaled raggedly.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, tears still flowing down my face.

A warm feeling suddenly enveloped me, making my condition better slowly.

"I-I'm sorry." Soobin awkwardly pat my back soothingly in an attempt to making me calm down.

I sobbed on his shoulder, my body shaking uncontrollably as my wails got stronger. Gripping on his uniform, we stayed like that for a while.

He broke the hug and hesitatingly wiped my tears off with his handkerchief, a soothing smell of baby powder on it. I looked at him in his eyes and he looked at mine. I put my hand on his, still holding the handkerchief to my cheek.

"You look—,"

He suddenly jerked his hand off of mine and retreated himself from me as he heard someone snapped a picture. His eyes are wide as saucers as he went off and tried to find who took it. I sighed and looked beside me. He left his handkerchief, now laying on the green grass. I grab a hold of it and saw SB engraved in the inner part of it and a blue unicorn, almost unnoticeable. It oddly looks familiar with my pink one at home. I smiled softly.

'You looked beautiful, Soobin.'