Our Galaxy

OUR GALAXY 

You were 5 years old when you first met Taehyung. It was lunch break in your first day in play school and being the tomboy that you always were since childhood, instead of being with your friends who were busy playing house, you were playing soccer with some of the small boys wearing a blue knee length dress and white socks and pumps, your dark chocolate hair cut short in a pixie cut.

A shove by one of the boys causes you to fall down and scrape your knee. Your tolerance of pain being as far as a 5 year old child's could go, your eyes become glassy, filled with tears.

"And now she's gonna cry!", one of the boys exclaims matter of factly.

"No I'm not!", you say, being your stubborn self.

"But can you play?", another boy asks.

"Sure!", you continue playing.

After sometime when the pain becomes too much, you excuse yourself under the guise of going to the washroom (you weren't ready to lose your face!) and venture away. 

You were sitting under the wisterias at one side of the playground, when you noticed 2-3 boys crowded around a smaller boy of your age. You curiously go towards them to inspect the matter.

"Boys don't wear pink!", one of the taller boys says, tugging the smaller boy's t-shirt while the others laugh.

"They sometimes do.", the smaller boy meekly lets out.

"No they don't!", another boy who seems to be their leader says while sniffling, his nose, a shade of red, possibly suffering from a cold.

"I know how to change the colour", the third boy emphasizes while holding a bottle of black water colour close to the helpless boy.

"Don't do that!", you exclaim, recognising the meek boy as one of your classmates.

"We must. Boys don't wear pink", the leader supplies, as if wisely.

"Boys don't have red noses either, clowns do! Then why do you have one too? Are you a clown?", you ask curiously.

The other boys look at you, then at their leader, surprised. The boy quickly covers his nose with his hand, "You are mean!", he exclaims and runs away, the other boys in tow.

You look back at the boy who is currently sitting down on the ground leaning back. His black hair is covering most of his eyes, there's a freckle on his left cheek, the tip of his nose and lower lip, wearing a baby pink t-shirt, blue slacks and white snickers. He looks at you from between the dark locks with wide eyes.

"Thank you", he finally says with a boxy smile.

"You should defend yourself", you say insightfully, helpfully extending your hand for him to take. After standing up, he supplies,"I'm Kim Taehyung."

"Kim Byul.", you reply with your name.

 Taehyung is about to open his mouth to say something else when he notices something and his previously soft eyes go wide as saucers.

"You are bleeding!", he shouts.

You look down to notice the scrape on your knee from which blood is flowing and has now reached your white socks, effectively staining them. As if coming back to reality, you are quickly reminded of your cut.

"What happened?!", Taehyung asks hysterically while pulling you towards the sinks. Stopping in front of the sinks, he pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and soaks it in water. He taps it on your wound and you let out a whine.

"I fell down while playing soccer.", you answer while trying your best not to cry.

"You should be careful too, you know.", he smiles brightly at you.