FANBOY | hyunin ✓

twenty

When Jeongin stepped foot in school, he felt a sudden silence descend, everybody turning their heads to look at the boy who stood in between Chaeryeong and Ryujin.

Their eyes were glaring at him, scanning him for any and every flaw he had. After he had openly revealed himself to be Hyunjins' fan account on his private, he had been getting endless messages asking him how that was even possible - how was shy, quiet Yang Jeongin a loud and active ( when the account was alive ) fanboy? No one could put together those two images.

As they walked down the hallway, Jeongin tried his best to keep his head down, refusing to meet any of their eyes because he knew that if he did, he would be reminded of the hatred and disgust in the eyes of those that had kidnapped him before. A chill ran down his spine just thinking about it and Ryunjin took notice of how he had tensed up next to her and instinctively took his hand in hers, squeezing it tightly while Chaeryeong draped her arm around his shoulders, protecting him and making sure that no one could get to him. 

Throughout their classes, Jeongin realised how whenever people looked at him, they whispered to the person next to them and he couldn't help but feel suffocated, paranoia and anxiety taking full control over his thoughts and drowning him slowly. 

Each lesson felt like years dragging on and on and although he knew that it was all in his head and that time still moved normally, he couldn't help but wish for it all to end. 

A part of him started thinking that maybe it had been a mistake for him to let Hyunjin into his life, that maybe it was all just some horrible prank that everyone was in on besides him. And although he wanted so badly to fully believe in whatever the slightly older boy felt for him, he couldn't help but feel insecure, doubts resurfacing ever so often. 

He prayed that Ryujin and Chaeryeong could've been with him the entire day but their timetables were different so during the lesson before lunch, he had been separated from them and left to fend on his own. 

Ryujin had told him to feign an illness so that he could rest in the sick bay rather than deal with the prying eyes of their schoolmates but he refused - he was still a student and it was his responsibility to learn something regardless of the ever tightening feeling in his chest. 

As usual, he sat at the corner nearest to the window but this time round, he found that his table had been littered with brightly coloured post its all of which spelled out one giant nasty word. 

Faggot. 

In tinier handwriting were other words such as slut, faker, imposter but his eyes couldn't miss the bright red word that was written over the post its. 

He bit his tongue to stop himself from crying. He couldn't and wouldn't show them how defeated he felt, how his heart, after just recently healing, was breaking again as he took the post its and crushed them all into a brightly coloured neon ball which he then kept by the foot of his desk, not wanting to walk past his other classmates just to get to the trashcan. 

"So Jeongin... Ever thought I was attractive?" a brown haired boy who he had seen in class before but never talked to asked, his face way too close to Jeongins' for his comfort. 

"No-" 

Another boy whistled and gave the brunette a pat on the back before running his hand through his already messy hair. "You aren't his precious Hwang Hyunjin so why would he ever see you as attractive?" 

At the mention of Hyunjins' name, Jeongin looked down, ashamed that Hyunjin was now being related back to him, an absolute nobody even in his school. 

A flick on the forehead brought him back to his senses as he looked up and saw a girl glaring at him, her cat like eyes becoming nothing more than thin lines on her face,