𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓
: ̗̀▶SYNOPSIS — One thing you were sure of : Hyeong-Ung was innocent. He had been framed and you trusted him with all your heart. It's not because Hyeong-Ung and you were dating, but because somehow, a feeling stopped you from believing rumors. He had been helping you since years from getting out of bullying, and now, it was your turn to become the trusty-worthy person.
GENRE — Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
PAIRINGS — Park Hyeong-Ung x Fem!Reader
↳˳⸙ WARNINGS — Bullying, Violence
AUTHOR NOTE — I actually wasn't sure of to end this fic so... Hope you still enjoy it!
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"So, this is how you do it." it had been since yesterday Hyeong-Ung had returned back to school after the 'incident' between him and professor Cheon. Well, that's what you thought, that this was a simple incident while everyone else thought of it as voluntary. While everyone was spitting behind his back, you were proudly defending him. Hyeong-Ung wasn't the type to be violent, but when something bad disrupt him, he isn't either the type to let himself be attacked. What happened with professor Cheon had definitely something awful going on behind what the day let us see.
You nodded at Hyeong-Ung explaination. Despite how he has to live with his new image at school, he was still taking his time with you, ignoring what people thought of him. As long as he had you by his side, he could live. "Oops, sorry," suddenly, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder while he was writing to you tips on the exercise, making his pen fall on the floor and a line traced on the page. You both looked at the person—Jung Su-Jeong. You didn't knew what she had on him, what kind of anger he might have provoked to her, but since his yesterday return she has been the one who tried to make him feel like a monster at school. "What? Go back go studying." she looked at him, laughing with her friend. "Quick, pick it up. It's on the way." before Hyeong-Ung could even pick up his pen, you got up, taking his pen and facing Su-Jeong.
"Aren't you tired?" you asked her, putting Hyeong-Ung pen back on his table you both had been sharing since earlier. She look at you up and down, her smile fading from her face. "You," you looked around the classroom, where everyone was focused on what was happening between you and Su-Jeong. "You didn't even tried to hear Hyeong-Ung side." you continued with. "He's innocent, believe me. And don't come with pitying apologies after you'll see that I am right."
Su-Jeong scoffed at you, walking closer of you and suddenly pushing you harshly against Hyeon-Ung table, hurting your hips.
"What do you think you are doing?" He suddenly stood up from his seat, Su-Jeong able to feel his breath and the anger beneath his eyes as how much he was close of her. "You can hit me, insult me, but don't even think of laying a hand on her." his voice trembled when speaking, his hands forming into fist, mind telling him to not hit her and make things worse. It was bringing back memories, back when you couldn't even stand up for yourself.
"You fucking bitch," the boy holded you by your hair while the whole classroom stared at you—sitting on the floor all bloody. Not laughing, not trying to help you. You just felt like the monsters you believed to be under your bed and your closet were actually real. All you could see were dark shadows trying to grab you into their world. Until a gleam appeared, warming you in it's light. That's was Hyeon-Ung. The boy that everyone thought as mommy good boy fought back for you even if it handicaped him for his own image.
And now, it was you turn to become the trusty-worthy person.
"Hyeon-Ung," you grabbed him by his arm. "I'm fine," you nodded to reassure him, slowly pulling him out from Su-Jeong face. "Let's get somewhere calmer, before it get worse," you told him as he breathed out, packing his things inside his backpack as you did the same. "And Su-Jeong," you stopped as you were walking out of the classroom. "Don't feel proud to be a perpetrator."
It was silent. The only sound coming from the birds singing and hanging around trees. Both of you and Hyeon-Ung came to sit somewhere calm in the school, finding peace in each others presence.
"Thank you," Hyeon-Ung turned his head to look at you, "for helping me." he bitter smiled at you. He looked down at your hand who was delicately rested on the bench beside you, humming at his sentence. He cleared his throat, getting up to pretend to fix his clothes, actually sitting closer to you.
"What exactly happened with professor Cheon for you to hit him?" you asked him and looked back, closing the eyes contact between you. "The ERPB came to our school, it must be something big happening." you justified yourself, hands in your lap as you pursed your lips. He could trust you, you were his best-friend after all and you both saw each others in every state. Sad. Angry. Happy. Disgusted. Everything. But, this feeling in his chest was making him anxious of even placing a word about it to you. You saw it. "Don't force yourself if you can't. Just tell me when you feel like it," you tapped his shoulder lightly. He kept looking at you, adverting his gaze from your left to your right eyes.
The world felt like stopping itself at the moment, breath hitching before he suddenly wrapping you into a hug and tightening his embrace on you. "Thank you, for ever caring about me." he murmured in the hug, eyes teary when you replied back to the hug by wrapping your arms at him. "If only I could show you how much I love you..." he whispered, your eyes widening at his sentence.
"Love... Me?" you questionned him as he hummed.
"That's the only thing that I am bad at if we can say so," he chuckled. "Count it as a kind of compliment, i'm still not ready for a full confession," he continued with, burying his face in your shoulder. The silent instaured itself back with ease, the atmosphere who was once tense now relaxed.
In a world that can be cruel... You definitely found your light, and he found his force to continue to live on.
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© kihyeoniie
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