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This is my first time writing a sad (kinda?) story and usually I'm not the best at writing these type of story's but I wanted to try it so tell me if you like it or not! Enjoy and it also ends on a happy note! :)

- panic attack
- language
-statues: boyfriends
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Hyunjin point of view:

Today is the day I have to present my history project that I have been stressing over for days. My thoughts were filled with negativity that had been bugging me the whole day. I desperately needed to get it off my mind. I had my head hung low, only keeping contact with the white cold floor as I headed towards my history class that was down at the very end of the hall. I haven't been paying attention to where I was going as I bump into a wall or so I thought.

My ass made contact with the floor as I groaned, aching at the pain that soon spread around my ass. I didn't even realize that the kid in front of me was panicking, repeating sorry. Now I realize I have run into a student and not a wall. Of course me being the dumbass, I thought it was a wall and not a student. As my friend Seungmin said "once a dumbass, always a dumbass." I shook my head at the thought, looking up to the panic boy. His light brown hair tossed all over the place, his face completely red due to embarrassment. He wore the school uniform, his tie loose along with the fact his shirt looks a little bit dirty but who was I to judge? The random boy was staring at me, hoping I was okay.

I stand back onto my feet, the pain immediately returns back as I rub it, trying to ease the pain. I shook my head at the boy muttering "It's okay, don't worry." The boy gave me the look to make sure I meant what I said which I nodded.

"We should both head to class so we aren't late." I spoke not realizing some students were staring at me. I felt uncomfortable, the gazes never leaving my face. I never liked when the attention was all on me. It only made me panic and feel out of place. I was seen as the quiet boy around school but when I was with my friend group, I was considered the happy and clingy boy and it is true. I felt the most comfortable around my friends, especially my boyfriend. They all make me feel safe.

"You're right. I'm sorry once again!" The random tall boy spoke quickly as he started running towards the opposite direction of me. I brought my gaze back to my watch, seeing how much time I have left before next period and I had about 7 more minutes. I muttered a thank god under my breath, enough time for me to make it to my class a bit early.

I started walking again, now keeping my head up not wanting to bump into another kid as it will only make me more late. I move to the side of the hallway, staying out of the way from running students. I saw a student bump into a couple that were making out on the locker. The boy apologized quickly, moving out of their way as both of the couple shouted to watch where he was going. Maybe don't make out in front of everyone that is trying to get to class don't you think? I don't understand how they have the guts to do that but again, they are the popular kids and they rarely ever get embarrassed.

My ass still aches from that painful fall, wishing I had Advil to wear the pain off knowing that it will hurt once I sit down at my seat. I quicken my pace so I can make it to class early, giving me enough time to get everything set up. This made me realize I should pull my script out to practice my speaking so I didn't look too anxious. It doesn't always work for me but it definitely helps me remember what I'm talking about. As I continued to walk, I pulled my backpack off my shoulder, bringing it in front of me to look in my folders to find it. Once I found it, I grinned slightly pulling it out so I could put my backpack back on my back but before I could do so I felt a hot liquid hit my back.

I arch forward, groaning loud at the pain that tinkled against my skin. Oh god was that coffee? Are you kidding me? Could my day get any worse? I turned around to face who the hell had spilled coffee right on my back. The coffee runs down my back soaking into my white shirt. The girl stood there, shocked as the cup in her hand that once had coffee in it, was now empty.