Jongin 

The next day was Friday, and I was officially tired from school. I didn't want to be here at all, and all I wanted to do was to die. Or drop out of school and spend the rest of my life to be at SM Entertainment.

"Jongin, mate, what's up?" I heard Chanyeol said as we waited for someone to unlock our classroom. 

Our classmates hadn't arrived yet, and it was only Chanyeol and I. For the first time in ages, it had become awkward between us. I didn't know if he felt it too, but I felt incredibly awkward being alone with him now. Maybe he didn't notice because he didn't know my feelings, but for me, it was like being alone with Kyungsoo the first time we met, only worse.

"I'm fine," I replied, pretending to be distracted by my phone in my hands. 

Suddenly, Chanyeol snapped my phone out from my hands and put it in his back pocket. I stared at him surprised, but quickly felt myself getting more irritated. 

"Give it back Chanyeol," I muttered whilst holding out my hand, wanting him to place my phone back in my hands, but he didn't do so. I stared at him, but I only felt myself being becoming embarrassed the more I stared and looked away to avoid his gaze.

"See? You won't even look at me for longer than five seconds," he said as he had studied me, "what did I do?" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms whilst letting them rest on my chest as I leaned backwards to let the wall behind me support me.

"Nothing," I muttered, "just give me my phone back." I was already irritated and wanted my phone back right away. I wasn't in the mood for chatting, or his lame pranks that no one was laughing at except himself.

"Not until you'll tell me what's going on," he replied, making me roll my eyes at him.

"I'm not in the mood Chanyeol."

"You're never in mood lately," he commented. 

I sighed and held out my hand again. "Give it to me." I had my eyes closed and expected him to give it back, but he surprisingly grabbed it and pulled my closer, letting our hands came in between us. "W - What are you doing?" I stuttered surprised over what he did, but he just stared at me with his normal worried puppy eyes that always made me admit things that had bothered me before when I didn't want to share with him at first. He knew there was something going on, but I definitely didn't want him to know. Not this. Never.

"Hey," we heard a voice beside us say that totally interrupted the moment, and I wanted to hug whoever came and ruined it for me. The student was a lifesaver, but when we both turned our heads, our eyes widen in surprise.

"Kyungsoo?" Chanyeol asked shocked as he let go of my hands. 

"What are you doing here?" I followed. Kyungsoo was mostly staring at me, almost like he was totally ignoring the giant. 

"What do you mean?" he asked with a frown, "I'm waiting for class," he replied and both Chanyeol's and my jaws had dropped open.

"Wait, you're in our class?" I asked amazed. How couldn't I have noticed before? Did I really pay that little attention to my classmates? 

"Why didn't we notice that before?" Chanyeol muttered to me, although he seemed to rather have talked to himself, but I still nodded, just as confused as him. 

That must've been the reason I found his name familiar when I spotted it on the board when we got to see whom had passed the auditions, but I didn't know at all he was in our class. I thought he was in Baekhyun's class. Poor guy, I thought to myself, was he ignored the same way by everyone else? 

"It's okay," he just said, "people usually don't notice me." 

We both stared at him. "That's not okay Kyungsoo," I said worriedly, "you shouldn't let it continue like that." He did look a bit sad, and I seemed to had only made it worse by what I said. I wanted to say that I was sorry, but that wouldn't help at all. Then he'd know I noticed how sad he really looked, and knowing him, he'd only feel worse if I pointed it out.

"Good, you're early," the teacher we had our first subject with as she prepared her books by her own massive desk, "I expect nothing less from you Do Kyungsoo." I frowned at her, and then over at Kyungsoo. How could I never had notice that? "Have you finally made some new friends?" She was waiting for an answer from him; he glanced quickly at me, not knowing what to say. Since I really felt bad for him, I decided to back him up, just what he had done to me just minutes ago.

"Of course we're friends," I grinned at the teacher as I threw my arm around his shoulder. 

The teacher grinned towards us. "That's great," she said, "I'm glad." Kyungsoo nodded weakly back, but sat back on his seat right afterwards.

"Kyungsoo?" I asked as I stood over by his desk. He glanced up questioningly at me. "I mean, you do look at me as a friend, right?" 

He flinched a bit by my question, but I waited patiently for him and let him take his time."If it's okay, then yes." 

I playfully nudged him on the shoulder and smiled. "Of course silly," I chuckled softly at him, "I see you as a friend too. I was just a bit worried since I haven't seen you smile or laugh, or anything," His expression became stiff, which made me frown at him. "What's wrong?"

"No one has," he muttered quietly, and I titled my head questioningly to the side, but he just sighed. "I don't want to talk about it." 

I nodded slowly, not really wanting to let it go, but I respected his privacy. I went back to my desk, which was unfortunately beside Chanyeol, and then the rest of our classmates finally arrived as well. 

It was Science now, and the teacher wanted us to pick paper notes from a bowl to get a random partner to work with on a project together. It'd be for a few months, so we had to work really hard on it. I wasn't expecting it to go well, since I was focusing on my dancing a lot more than I did with school, so I doubted I'd get a good grade on this project. 

The teacher held the bowl towards me, so I picked a random paper note from it and read it out loud. "Do Kyungsoo." I smiled and was happy because I was actually hoping it'd be him, since I didn't want to work with Chanyeol or anyone else in my class.

"Who's that?" I heard someone whisper and I glanced at Kyungsoo behind me to see how he reacted, but as expected,  he still had his poker face on, but his eyes somehow said everything: he was sad about the classmates who didn't know who he was. 

Even I didn't before I got to know him, not until Baekhyun introduced us. 

I wondered how it must've felt like - to be totally ignored - and people wouldn't even notice you in the same classroom. It's really depressing, and I really want to help him to do something about it. 

If he'd let me that was. There was one thing I was really curious about him. I knew he wouldn't tell me even if I asked as he looked quite uncomfortable to talk about it, but I really wanted to ask Baekhyun. 

I had never seen Kyungsoo smile, or even show much of his emotions. Not on his face, nor his voice. The only thing I could figure out in the mood he was in was because of his eyes. His eyes had a whole other language than the rest of his body had. I had to ask Baekhyun later.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked Baekhyun as soon as the day was over. He nodded slowly, probably confused to why I came to him all of sudden, since we had never really talked to each other alone before. It was awkward, but I had to ask. It was now or never.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Why doesn't Kyungsoo, you know...show much emotions?" I asked, a bit unsure how to put it. It sounded really stupid to say it out loud like that, but I seriously didn't know how else to put it. 

"He probably doesn't want just anyone to know," he replied. 

I stared at him. "He looks at me like his friend, and I look at him as a friend too. Don't you think that's fair enough?" I tried again, "he's too scared to say it himself, but I should at least know what's going on with him." Baekhyun seemed amazed, probably because I  called us friends. "I've never seen him smile, or laugh - in that matter - and he speaks like he's bored and uninterested all the time. And he doesn't even flinch or leave any sign as pain when he was bleeding after literally being punched in the face, and his singing has zero emotions in it. Please tell me. I want to be able to protect him," I begged. 

"Fine, I'll tell you, just because you called him your friend and you want to know for his own best," he gave up. 

I smiled satisfied. I only had to wait to finally know what's going on.