Your POV

"Wait, if a equals two and b equals six how. . . You know what I'm done, I'm done," I tell myself, dropping my pen and backing away from the desk.

I have been studying and working for hours, and I have gotten nowhere. There is no point to this I think. It's not like I am ever going to use this. I pull myself back to the desk and reorganize my things. I stack my books and place them into my bag. My phone lights up on the table, displaying the time and a new text.

C.Bangchan
What are you doing?

Why is he texting me? I wonder, unlocking my phone. Bangchan and I aren't friends nor enemies, we're acquaintances I guess you could say. He is the guy on campus that every girl is head over heels for. Along with being the guy every other guy competes to be. I will say, he is very kind, and maybe, just maybe, a little cute.

Me
Just finished studying
You?

I put my phone back on the desk and continue to put my things away. I push the chair in and flip my bag onto my back. My phone lights up in my hand.

C.Bangchan
Wow, isn't it a bit late to be studying????

I push the library doors open and chuckle at his text.

Me
Isn't it past your bedtime?

I continue walking down the hall. I suddenly hear a voice. I stop walking, looking around the hall making sure there is no one. No what, dummy, get out. Then, we can decide if there is a murder in the school. I speed walk down the hall, and down the stairs.

"Ouch!" I say, sitting on the ground.

I look up to see, "Chris?"

"Y/N! Are you okay?" He asks, a concerned look on his face. He holds out his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I tell him, taking his hand as he pulls me off the ground.

"Are you sure? Let me see," Chris says, patting me, checking if I am hurt.

What's wrong with his voice? I notice how he sounds sick, or like he has been crying.

"Are you okay?" I ask, noticing his red eyes.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm okay. Why?" He replies, blinking a few times.

"You sound sick, do you have a cold?" I question, placing my hand on his forehead.

"Well, you don't feel hot," I say, taking my hand off his forehead.

Chan clears his throat, "I'm not sick that's why!" He chuckles, showing off his dimples.

"Follow me," I say, taking his hand and running out of the school.

"Where are we going?" He asks, a laugh in between. I look back and see him smile.

"Just follow me!" I tell him.

Bangchan's POV

That was a close one, I think. I had been crying earlier, and the only person that came to my mind was, Y/N. I don't know why but, when I am with them/her/him all my worries are gone. I feel like I can just be me. Y/N is one of the few people that doesn't expect me to be someone I am not.

"Why are we here?" I ask Y/N, looking at the water.

"I like to come here when I am sad, or stressed" S/he/they tell(s) me, hoping over the wall onto the sand.

"Come on" Y/N say, waving for me to come. I sigh, and hop over the small wall.

I jog over to Y/N. I can feel the sand kick up beneath me, flying into the air.

"Are you sad?" I ask, wanting to know how s/he/they are/is.

Y/N and I aren't close, but I wish we were. S/he/they are/is an amazing person and yet, s/he/they don't/doesn't notice it.

"Hmm, I don't know. Are you?" Y/N replies, dropping their/her/his arms to their/her/his side.

I debate whether or not I should truthfully answer their/her/his question.

"A little," I say, putting my hands in my pockets.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Y/N offers.

I'm not sure if I do, so I stay quiet.

"It's okay, you don't have to" S/he/they say(s), looking at me.

Those eyes. I think, already feeling myself getting lost in them.

"You want to know something that makes me feel better?" Y/N asks, running off and climbing a rock.

I cock my head to the side, confused as to what Y/N is doing. S/he/they could get hurt I worry. Y/N stands on the rock.

"Screaming!" Y/N says, a proud look on her/his/their face.

"I'M DONE! I DON'T CARE!" S/he/they screams out into the ocean. 

"FUCK THIS SHIT! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! I WANT TO LIVE!" They/s/he continue.

I jump at how loud s/he/they are/is screaming. Y/N stops and sighs.

"Come on, try it" S/he/theysuggest, letting out a little laugh.

"Uh, ahh!" I let out a weak scream.

"No, no, let it out. It's not like anyone is going to hear you!" Y/N chuckles, weirdly comforting me.

"Okay," I say, shaking my limbs out.

Just yell, not that hard.

"AHH!" I yell.

I can hear Y/N laughing.

"CAN'T YOU SEE ME! ARE YOU PROUD?!" I scream up to the stars.

"I'M GOING TO MAKE IT BIG! I PROMISE YOU!"

Your POV

"Feel better?" I ask Bangchan, after he finished screaming.

"Actually, yeah, I do. Thanks!" He replies, a faint smile on his face.

"I'm glad," I reply, jumping off the rock.

"Yah! Don't do that!" Chan yelps, reaching to catch me.

I stare at him, wondering why he said that. And why he would try to catch me.

"You could have gotten hurt!" He scolds me.

"I'm not dead yet," I joke, walking on the soft sand.

"Don't say that," He says, flicking my forehead.

"Ow, that hurt!" I whine, rubbing my forehead.

"Don't say stupid things like that then," Chan pouts, looking at me.

"Sorry," I mumble, continuing to walk. 

Silence comes over the both of us, a peaceful silence. All that can be heard is the sand beneath us and the waves crash onto the shore. The waves create a unique melody. I look up at the sky, and see the moon high and bright.

"Do you think the moon gets lonely?" I wonder out loud, not expecting an answer.

"Maybe, why do you ask?" Chan replies.

"Just because," I reply, looking down.

"I mean, it seems like the Moon isn't lonely. But, it doesn't mean that it isn't," I say.

"Everyone feels lonely one way or the other," I add.

I don't hear a reply, I look over at Chan. He is just staring at me, and smiling

"What?" I ask, feeling weird.

"Nothing, you just amaze me," He says.

I tilt my head to the side, trying to understand.

"How?" I question, stopping in my tracks and looking at him as he walks.

"You do. Anytime I see you, you're always helping someone. You seem to push your needs aside for others, no matter how much you get hurt. I admire you," Chan states.

He stops walking and turns to me. The moon eliminates his face, making Chan look like he is glowing.

"Thank you," He says, a bright smile from ear to ear.

"For what?" I ask.

"For the pick me up," he replies, walking to me.

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this little imagine/oneshot. I'm not sure how good it is, let me know. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Alright, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S- you are an amazing person, you are loved. Always take care of yourself<3