PURPLE - "I DO LIKE YOU"

💜PURPLE💜 (1)

I feel like my head is going to fall off. How could I not, I had to finish five chapters overnight. And in the morning I feel really tired. I really don't want to go to a top school again if I'm still alive. The competition here is too fierce for me who would rather take a nap than read a useful book.
Finally I arrived at the school building. I reach my pocket looking for locker keys, found, I opened my locker. I was about to change my shoes when I saw that they had a greeting card on them, with a very cute design. I opened it and found a five-colored string bracelet hanging on the inside of the card. Gosh, these colors are my favorite, how does he know?
Phew, he's always full of surprises.

***

Finally, today's lesson is over. I hurriedly put my book in and left for lessons, the place is not too far from my school so I just need to walk. I looked at the corridor window, it was still raining though not as hard as it was during lunch time. I forgot to bring an umbrella today, but it doesn't matter. Because when I opened my locker to store books, a folding umbrella was already lying in it.

"I know you will definitely need it;)"
That was written in the sticky note attached to the umbrella handle. Maybe one day I should seek out and repay this mysterious person. I'm thinking of using it and putting this umbrella back in my locker tomorrow. Maybe he will take it ... or not? No .... what if I leave school early? I think I deserve to know the person who did this to me since I moved here a month ago.

***

Shit, why did my waker have to break so early? I don't know what time it is. Not having time to think, I got ready quickly, grabbed my uniform, combed my hair with my hands, and went down to the dining table with my bag. Ten minutes, I've walked to school chewing bread. I rushed to class until I finally hit someone at the turn of the stairs. Ah wretched, I made his things fall.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, let me help clean it up," before I could be prevented, I immediately squatted and picked up the scattered stationery and paper, until I glimpsed ... a sketch of someone's familiar face, drawn on special paper with decorations. lavender flower. When I wanted to see it more clearly, the person I ran into hurriedly took the equipment from my grasp. "Thank you," he said in a very small voice as he casually ran into the corner of the corridor. I was dumbfounded for a moment before remembering again that I had to go to my class.

***

Since I still don't have close friends, I went to the canteen alone. Hopefully they will serve you a special menu that can restore your brain after studying this and that for four hours. I got into a long line waiting for my turn for ten minutes. When I was thinking about side dishes, or what drink to take, a shocking voice came from the last line.

I turned around. That's ... the boy I ran into in the corridor this morning. The boy now sat down after his body was pushed so hard that he hit the table. Then in front of him, the crowd that seemed like third grade students, on their hips, cursed the boy, before finally leaving because the canteen visitors were watching. The boy was left alone, bowed his head, then broke his feet patting his dirty uniform under the gaze of many students who immediately dispersed, not caring.

I left my line as fast as I could after taking the side dishes from. He apparently walked outside the canteen area. I also ran a little after him. Immediately I tapped him on the shoulder, which made him shudder in surprise.

"Hey, are you all right?" I asked.
The boy glared, before finally nervously answering "Y-yes ?!"
"I asked, are you hurt?"
"N-no, why?"
"Ah, it's okay. I'm just worried, it was you who hit me in the hall this morning, right?"
"Ah yes, right."
"Let's just have lunch together, I have no friends and I happened to take two portions."
"N-no need, I'm not that hungry."

"Because of what happened earlier? Are you being bullied?"
The boy gasped, "N-no !! I just accidentally knocked him down, it's completely my fault."
"But they shouldn't get back at you by slamming you to the table, that's very dangerous."
"Yes ... may I go n-now?"
"No. Come on for lunch with me, I already got a table," I pulled the hem of his shirt, "Just consider my apologies for this morning."

That day I didn't notice as I was busy pushing my way through the crowd in the cafeteria to find my table. The boy's face, flushed like a boiled crab, responded to my cheeky command to a stranger. It only occurred to me that this child would become my first friend in the future.

***

"How many questions do you still have?"
"A little..."
"Oh, that last one is an easy way. Here I can help."
I took the book he wanted to write the last number on, turned it over to face my position, then wrote a few lines of formula. What are we doing? Of course studying in the library after school. Don't forget this school is a flagship school, the latest and old textbooks are very complete here. The sitting room is comfortable, not dusty, and cool.

Time flies. I never thought I could be this comfortable chatting with that child. The boys - whose name I just found out is Ahn Seongmin - although they are mostly silent but also comfortable to talk to. He's a good listener, and he was eleven twelve with me who didn't have many friends. I was a little surprised because we were exactly one year apart and he was younger than me, one class below me. Since the incident in the cafeteria and corridor, we have been really friends. Euh ... but maybe it's more like me who is actually a talkative force a lot.

We did what most people do in friendship - chat, sharing cell phone numbers, eat together. All in that short span of time, and I'm getting comfortable with him. Until finally, that day I told Seongmin about the problem I had about my locker. Because I think Seongmin has a better explanation for my problem.

"Here, I have written the formula, you just need to enter it into the equation below." I gave the book back to him.
"Thank you noona," Seongmin smiled sweetly, refocusing on doing the task.
Five minutes later, I was busy chewing my lips, considering whether I should tell Seongmin?
"Ehhhh, Ahn Seongmin.."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever ... had a secret fan?"
Seongmin stopped writing, slowly raised his head, "Ahh, never."

I sighed, 'stupid question' I thought. Already already so I'll just tell it as well. "Um ... actually since the beginning when I moved here, I received a gift from someone mysterious almost every week. Don't you think .. it's pretty scary?", I said while supporting my chin playing the pen.
Seongmin looked at me flatly, "So, it feels 'hard' to you to receive such attention? You don't like it?"
I was speechless, it seemed like, 'yes' was the right answer.

I felt a rather tense silence. I paused, stopped playing the pen. Ahn Seongmin let out a strong sigh, before finally tidying his books and immediately getting up from his seat.
"Seongmin, where are you going?" I asked who also stood up reflex.
"Going home, it's too late. Today there are no lessons, I should just teach myself at home, don't bother noona." he explained while returning the books on the wooden shelf.

"Troublesome? I don't mind. Besides ... there's a reason I want to accompany you after school."
Seongmin turned his body to face me, "What?"
"I didn't get picked up today. I have to take public transportation alone. Can you accompany me home? I swear, I never dared to ride it alone, I'm blind. So please help me get home safely to my house. Please, Ahn Seongmin-ssi. ~ "I put on a pleading facial expression for the best.

Seongmin gasped then hurriedly shifted his gaze to any direction, then ruffled his jet black hair, "... if noona insists, then no problem."
It worked, in the end I didn't go home alone today. "Yes! Thank you very much Seongmin, you really can trust me. Now as a token of gratitude, give me the books, let me take care of the rest." I took the pile of books lying beside his feet, went to another wooden shelf.

Without knowing it, while I was stacking the rest of the books onto the wooden shelf, something happened. Ahn Seongmin, who had been leaning against the end of the shelf, slowly slumped down until he sat on the carpeted floor. Covering his flushed face, feeling his heartbeat racing so fast as well as breathing quickly. He knew that his real self was not this brave and strong. Will he choose to change, or stay as long as possible with the distance he has created a long time ago?