Kpop Imagines

25 - Wu Yifan

Word Count: 997

For the past year, he's been picking on me, teasing me, hurting me...everyday. Yeah, his words and actions effected me at first, but after a little while, I got used to it, eventually. However...after some time passed, well, I've started to realize I have began to have feelings for him. Once I took notice of how I felt towards him, of course, I freaked out. I mean, really, how can the victim of a bully fall for the bully? That only existed in fairytales and storybooks, but I guess...I must be going crazy. Right? But I doubt he'll return those feelings, as far as anyone can tell I'm the person he hates the most in the world.

My thoughts subsidies while walking to my classroom as I spotted him leaning against my classroom door frame. Oh god. What's he want now?

Yifan always stood outside my classroom door just before morning and evening classes. Why? To push me and say a couple mean things to me like always. But today, however, I noticed he had a bouquet of red roses in hand while leaning against the wall. Probably confessing his feelings to some girl in my class. Heh, I'm surprised he even has feelings for all the bullying he's done to me. I hope he'll let me off the hook for today. But that girl better accept him or else he'll take it out all his anger on me when evening classes end. Lunch doesn't really matter because he's usually out with his friends eating off campus, huh, I'm surprised he has friends too.

I walked by him, my head sinking into my shoulders from he death look, hopefully, just hopefully he won't he won't pick on me today.

"Yah." his deep voice called out, I sighed internally waiting for whatever insult he was going to throw at me.

He gripped my arm and turned me around. Yet he seemed hesitant about something as he took a few glances around the place and have a big sigh. my eyes widen, never has anyone seems him like this before. Usually it was a snarky comment shot at me on how I was dressed or something, this time however...nothing came.

"...nevermind." He shook his head in dismissal as he released his strong grip on my arm, "Just go."

I stood there shocked and watched him jump off the wall he was leaning on and simply walked away, the bouquet of flowers swinging aimlessly by his thigh. His head hung low as he seemed to be muttering something to himself then shaking his head. Shrugging off his odd behavior, I walked to my seat and sat down as almost everyone in the class was staring at me, probably shocked at how Yifan did nothing to me just moments ago.

"Alright class, open up your textbooks. Now," the teacher opened up his book, "where were we last time?"

I opened up my textbook as the sounds of light thuds and ruffles of turning pages as my classmates and I were looking for where we had left off from.

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"Okay, tonight's homework is questions 1-5 for the section we just read. Class dismissed." Our teacher gritted his teeth, shut the book closed and left the room slamming the door closed on his way out. He was angry alright. But c'mon, after what happened in class how can you stay angry? Err...well...you see, what happened was I was somehow put into a class with a handful of obnoxious boys, y'know somewhere along the lines of World Class Troublemaker. Somehow they came up with one of their 'brilliant' plans to annoy the teacher, so today, they began to act as if they were madly in love with each other making kissing and smooching sounds in the back of the room, telling each other that they loved another. I swear, they have no pride. Or anything. It was all quite funny when they began to exaggerate everything and eventually got the entire class trying to hold back their laughter and the teacher trying his hardest to suppress his anger as steam came out of his ears and his face was a bright red in frustration.

In the end, the teacher made them all stand up in the right side of the room facing out the window to the hallway with their hands behind their heads. They must have found that to be boring because the next thing you know, they began dancing and singing to the chorus of Girls' Generation's big hit song "I Got A Boy".

Man, I wish Yifan was a playful guy like that. But no, he had to be a pretty faced jerk.

I left my classroom before looking for my friend, hopefully she isn't absent today. I wanted to tell her about Yifan's odd behavior this morning, but I couldn't. Because by the time I got to the cafeteria doors, Yifan was there, his arms crossed on his chest with the bouquet of flowers tucked gently under his arm, his leg crossed over the other as he leaned against the wall adjacent to the doors. He got off the wall and walked in front of me, blocking my path.

"Come with me." Yifan bluntly stated. Don't know why, but he had been staring at the ground.

Now I had every right to decline his command and ask him to move or go around him, but all I did was nod and follow him out the building to a secret corner of the school.

Bringing the bouquet up in front of me, his face flushed.

My eyes widen, heart thumping loudly.

"For 365 days, although I bullied you for those days...I did that because you made me feel something I didn't know of. But now that I know what I'm feeling," he paused, bringing his face up from the ground and looked right into my eyes.

"Would you accept me and be mine?"