Epiphany (BL)

Blood, Sweat and Tears

~chapter nine~

~a few years before~

Pov Ari

I rushed down the school floor of my hometown highschool, wearing my yellow black school uniform like a seven year old, who tressed herself.

The dark ribbon was loosely hanging around my neck, my jacket half-off my shoulder and my hair looked like a mess.

The reason for this occurrence was again my tardiness.

Now I stood in front of the class room, a sign showing the name of my teacher and underneath it the grades she taught.

I was in grade eleven and the school year started a few weeks ago.

I sighed.

"Again too late, this will be embarrassing."

As soon as I wanted to knock, someone appeared behind me.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm new at this place and this is my first class in the year. Could you tell me where nine.2 is?"

I was confused, because normally there weren't any students coming in the middle of year nine.

"Uhm, yeah. So your two classes underneath me. The room is on floor one. I'm just a little late, that's because I'm standing here outside, but you should speed up. Maybe your lucky and they haven't started yet."

He laughed, his scar moving with his facial expression and he looked quite good.

His dark black hair was bound together in a small ponytail and a few strands were lying over his forhead.

"So you are a rebell aren't you. Skipping classes, huh?"

He smirked and his black eyes gazed at me with an interested look.

I cleared my throat.

"No, really. I'm just too late because of my alarm. It didn't work."

In fact it did work. I was just too lazy to get out of bed.

"Alright, Alright I got it. Let's make a deal okay?"

I drew my eyes in confusion with my brows together.

"What deal?"

He smiled and shrugged his broad manly shoulders.

"I will give you an excuse for your delay and you will show me here around today, deal?"

I nodded and said "Deal. I'm Chang Ari by the way."

"Nice to meet you Ari, I'm Kang Bogum."

~back to time~

Pov Ilwoo

I needed to talk to Haru.

I was ashamed of what I felt for him, but this had to come to an end.

I needed to see him and to make things right, or they would tear my life apart.

Oh come on.

Get yourself together.

My inner voice tried tried to give me the courage I needed so bad right now.

Awake me up, I clapped my cheeks a few times with my hands, which immediately turned them red.

I didn't wanted to text him, because Haru Hyung deserved a conversation from person to person, even if this would turn out like a huge surmount for myself.

I opened my drawer and pulled out a new pair of white socks.

As I looked inside my wardrobe I realized that I only owned cute or casual stuff like colorfull T-shirts, oversized sweaters, which made me look like a little child and old things I never wore again in years.