Chapter 1: bull.
" look what we have here? " a guy, taller than him spats, a smirk smeared across his lips.
Mark looks down and pushes his glasses back up as he stares at the strings of the taller's converse, And books ripped and plopped to the floor. He looks back up with a stain of fear flashing behind his eyes.
The other smiles sarcastically, hands resting on his hips as his other " hand mates " laugh and cackle at the poor man sitting tightly in his chair.
It's always been like this. Nothing will ever change, no matter how hard he tries. He sighs in relief as they leave, kicking his books concluding with it scattered all around the library. " they never leave me like this, thank god " he mutters under his breath.
He closes his eyes, hands tightly gripping his corduroy pants. He never leaves when the others do. He never laughs when the others does. He's never walk up and rip any of his books or break his pens or punch him in the gut. Oh, he never does. And Mark wants to know why.
He looks up at the other, eyes piercing and lips quivering lightly.
Bambam, age 19, 1st year.
Mark bends down to pick up his books. He chuckles and mumbles a " guess this one didn't even lasted a week " he sighs and picks up his notes that were thrown away to the top shelf. Great, now his height is brought up to the whole thing.
Bambam stares at mark, moving around the library, no words out of those pretty lips. He gulps dryly, tongue darting out to lick his lips softly. He doesn't know why, he's never been a part.
All his friends hates Mark tuan, every single one of them. And all he feels are butterflies flying around his stomach every time he sees the older. On his way to the gym, locking his dorm room, Closing the doors after class, every single time.
And bam bam doesn't like it.
He keeps on reminding himself that mark isn't bad at all, not at all.
But for the sake of society. He copes well.
He looks up only to find mark jumping in his spot, trying to reach for his notes on the top shelf. At the same time gripping his back tightly. Those injuries heal really slow.
Bam bam doesn't know how to help, his height was also a bit of a problem. His eyes rake around the room swiftly, sighing softly as his eyes catches a stepping block. He strides to it and picks it up effortlessly.
Mark limps to the sides as he catches his breath. Eyes closed and breathing uneven, pain flashes near his back and he cringes at it. His eyes darts open when he hears a soft " thud " 2 feet near his standing position. He blinks as he sees a white colored stepping block below the rack that he was trying to reach. He looks up and finds bambam, hands limp by his side and lips caught between his teeth nervously.
He stares at the other momentarily, sharply. His eyes darts down as he pays attention to the block before him, the other's ministrations swiftly pushed to the back of his head.
He carefully steps on the block, one foot after the other as his hands comes to rest on both sides of the shelf. After getting his steps steady, his hands stretches out to grab the notes, careful not to damage it any further. Even after stepping on a tall white block, he still has to go on his tippy toes to reach the top of the shelf.
He steps down and smiles contentedly, hands clasping softly on his notes. He places his notes on the table as he bends down to pick up the white stepping block to put it back to it's original place. Only to be stopped as he feels another hand on top of his.
