The ball ricocheted off the black jackets of the students and settled on the fresh grass. Laughter and shouts carried the dodgeball game. Hanbyeol bounced on her feet, doing well despite the light in her eyes from the sky. Their class was currently out on the fields behind the school building.
Next to the girls' court, the boys watched intently as the ball constantly shot between Han Seojun and Lee Suho. Back and forth it went, getting stronger every time. With Seojun then getting out, he strolled across the field with light kicks at the dirt until a ball came to stop at his feet.
Jugyeong scurried over to pick it up, her shaking eyes focused on the ground. After promising to return his helmet, she turned away only to trip over her own feet. Seojun chuckled, shaking his head at the sight. The poor girl lay flat like a dead fish, burying her red cheeks in the grass.
Meanwhile, someone accidentally bumped into Hanbyeol and scratched her hand. When Suho noticed the spot of red on her, he immediately stalked to the nurse's office. Like a train stuck to its tracks, he stepped right over Jugyeong, only going straight to his destination.
People gasped. Hanbyeol couldn't figure out this boy – he was a puzzle, a bipolar puzzle. She almost forgot that they had a decent conversation.
"How freakin' rude," Hanbyeol cursed with a frown.
Jugyeong wasn't a rock to step over. Seeing the girl still on the floor, Hanbyeol and the others rushed to her, showering her with comfort.
"Are you okay?" the bright-eyed girl asked as she carefully helped her up.
Jugyeong nodded, brushing the grass off her top and white tracksuit pants. The girl just wanted to disappear again - a common occurrence this school year.
"Yeah, are you okay?" Seojun echoed. "Ignore Suho – he's a prick."
Hanbyeol couldn't tell if he was mocking her or not, but she was glad that they were on the same page. With this show of kindness, the boy was indeed trying to get into Hanbyeol's good books, very into her good books.
When Hanbyeol later returned to their classroom, she found a blue band-aid on her wooden desk. Other students filed in with a crescendo after their chaotic P.E. class, fanning themselves and drinking water. Looking around to find the culprit, everyone seemed to be in their own world, no one noticing Hanbyeol. Suho was not present though, and neither was Seojun.
"Why's this here? Did someone drop this or put it on the wrong table?" Hanbyeol muttered, picking up the band-aid to inspect it as if it was poisonous.
She couldn't imagine anyone putting it there for her; never in her life has somebody done something so nice. The pretty girl treatment was one that was very unfamiliar to her.
The scratch from sharp fingernails on her hand had only produced some blood the size of a ladybug, which was now dried. Although it could have looked worse from afar, there was no pain. Hanbyeol prepared to return the band-aid to the nurse's office when Sua gasped.
"Oh my god! Does someone have a crush on you?" the short-haired girl excitedly grabbed Hanbyeol's hands. "Who do you think it is? Do you know who?"
A laugh couldn't help but escape Hanbyeol's mouth as she shook her head, "No one has a crush on me."
"Stop trying to deny it - so many people have a crush on you. Do you think it was the cute band boy you said 'hi' to in the hallway yesterday?"
"No, Hyuk and I are just friends. I'm serious, no one has a crush on me," Hanbyeol blushed as she waved her hands in front of her with denial.
"You sure about that?" Han Seojun whispered over her shoulder as he suddenly appeared.
Now, the girl was redder than kimchi. His devilishly handsome smirk was too close for comfort, not that she was complaining. Sua's eyes darted between the two as she started to create a story in her mind.
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Stars in the Morning Sky (Suho x OC | True Beauty)
Fanfiction"Your voice tastes so sweet," Hanbyeol snuggled into Suho. "How do you know what it tastes like?" the boy asked with a smile. "Why don't I put my lips to yours and we can find out?" ~ Hanbyeol had been struggling with her insecurities for years. Aft...