sunshine ☆彡 seokmin

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             What I know so far is that I am in love with BTS. You know, other than the other groups that I accidentally got myself into. Don't ask me how many MV's I watched because I stopped counting after 26.

So, yeah, my first class is spent drifting in and out of sleep, even if I do enjoy this class more than anyone else. It's Pre-Calculus, and I love it very much.

However, my other classes seem to disagree with me because I don't like them as much. It's not that I find them too difficult or anything, but it's just that people like to make fun of me in there. No one bothers me in Pre-Calculus and I find that so relaxing.

Despite the fact that I'm currently doing decently in my classes, the fact that people irritate me makes me feel worse. Migraines are frequent and I have to take pills.

When it's time for lunch, I skip the meal and head to the library to read because it's honestly the greatest thing in the world. It's like no one is there to bother you and if there is someone, you have a whole army of books and words. But I'm just as weak with my words as I am physically. I'm quite useless, you see?

I've never eaten or gone to the cafeteria and I'm a junior. But that changes when the librarian, Mrs. Valdez, asks me of something, for the first time in 3 years.

She's a tiny woman with a big heart but since she's turning 63 this year, I might as well start doing her some favors.

"Hey, Max, could you please get me some ketchup, por favor?" This sweet lady bats her eyelashes at me and she's nearly trembling from just carrying her plate and three books. I do what she asks of me, of course.

I'm not nervous but I'm scared when I enter the cafeteria. There's dozens of pairs of eyes on me but the useless noise coming from their greasy mouths doesn't stop. Silently, I grab the ketchup and just when I turn around, a plate collides with me.

All of its contents rub off on me, like I'm a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe. The smell is absolutely foul, which is one of the many reasons I don't eat lunch here.

The owner of the now spilled plate is a girl but I realize that I don't like her. I forgot her name and she forgot mine.

"Oh, sorry." She says and throws the plate in thrash before walking away from me. This lady just left me after she just did what she did. Really? And I'm wearing one of the new jackets that my aunt made me. God, it's brand new.

Everyone is staring at me and most are laughing from behind their cupped hands. Why won't any of them help me? And where are the teachers?

I want to cry but I just sigh and get on my knees to pick up the things that this girl dropped. And dang, she would've eaten a lot.

One of the boys from yesterday comes up to get some condiments and while he's up, he laughs directly at me and nearly spits out, "Looks like something you'll be doing in the future."

I can't look at him so I just continue, wiping the sauces with my hands off the floor. Man, this is really embarrassing. God, why...?

I don't want to cry and I succeed in not letting my tears spill as I throw the spilled contents away. Just as I'm wiping my hands with these crusty as heck napkins and just when one of the tears are about to come out, a hand is placed on my shoulder.

I turn around and could probably die right now. Who knew we had the same lunch?

The bright-smile boy is standing right behind me with napkins in his hand and I want to cry even more. He tilts his head and pouts slightly, "Hey, don't cry, okay? This can be fixed, yeah?" Jesus Christ, his voice is so calming.

I don't nod but my eyes move away from his eyes and down to my hot sauce-soaked hands, not to mention my entire outfit. Man, this really is embarrassing.

I'm sweating and I can feel the abrupt heat but I'm shaking really bad so it doesn't make any sense. "Come on...." He whines a little and starts wiping me down, starting with my arms.

"You've got cute little arms." He comments and brings his long, thin fingers down my slightly hairy arms. How is he not disgusted? Is this a joke?

I shake my head and my lips are slowly forming a pout because holding in tears is actually really hard. Before I can, he unzips my jacket and slips it off from my broad shoulders, smiling slightly. "Ooh, nice jacket." I hear him say and I just continue standing there like a freaking statue, which is what I should be based on how pathetic I am.

"This needs a wash! I'm going to wash it, okay? Here, take my jacket." The dude takes it off and extends his arm, to give it to me. Jesus Christ, why are his arms so long? He's so tall...

He tilts his head and crouches down, to stare directly into my eyes. Those tears are ready to just let go.

"I'll put it on, Maxy!" He squeals and shakes his head, leaning his face into mine like an excited kid. I can't breathe now. The guy stands up and grabs my squishy arm before sticking it into the endless sleeve of his soft jacket.

He zips it up and pats my cheek. "There, there, sunshine. Please don't cry, okay? Yes, smile. No, cry. You're a pretty princess." The boy smiles at me and strokes my cheek before jumping at the sound of the bell.

Crap, Ms. Valdez needs the ketchup.

I meet his eyes and he slips something into my pocket before jumping off, waving his hands behind him like some kid who's trying to be funny.

Much to my surprise, two packets of ketchup are in the pocket of his large and fluffy jacket, which is now being worn by me. And I still don't know his name.