There's a boy in my class. His name is Yoonbum. He sits three desks behind me. He's a scrawny boy, fragile-looking. Like one wrong move might break him. He's extremely shy and only talks every once a blue moon. He looks like he has eaten in days, but no one questions it. Probably because he's weird but I still like him. I know he's the weird kid but I still have feelings for him.

Every day I feel his stare on the back of my head. I know what he's thinking. I've met shy people like him before, of course, they never looked like him. They were usually the cute anime looking, people. The ones with the cute personality traits. Those people are boring to me. I think Yoonbum is cute in his way. I enjoy teasing him. Like smirking when I see him staring at me, even winking. I'd do anything to see him blush and shyly look away smiling, even if we're not a couple yet if he's happy I'm happy. It makes me feel nice. I've never truly felt this way. It feels....good.

But today something is wrong. My bummie has been missing since lunch. I was going to sit with him but he disappeared. I know he was here today I saw his shoes in his locker. I decided to search for him. It was almost the end of the day and I almost gave up. Just as I was passing by the shed I heard a bunch o muffled noises. I was about to open the door but I was locked. I was going to ask who was in there but I heard a scream for help before a slapping sound was heard. The scream...it sounded similar. It sounded like........ I felt my body boil with anger and rage. All I saw was red. I move back and kick the door open. One of the doors flew off the hinges by how hard I had kicked it. The sight I saw in front of me only fueled my rage.

There were four boys surrounding bum and trying to strip him. The four boys were from are class. They always mocked and bullied him when I wasn't there to protect him.

He was covered in bruises, scratches, and tears streamed from his eyes. he looked so sad and......desperate. One of the boys stood up.

"Y/N I can explain!" he said moving towards me cautiously. Once he was close enough I punched him square in the face, hard. The others got up and tried fighting me but lost miserably. When I got to the last one I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him towards me. I whispered something in his ear. He looked horrified. I dropped him and he quickly scrambled away from the mark of handprints on his neck. I ran over to bum.

"Are you okay?" I asked cupping his face. He nodded his head," Did they touch you anywhere?" he shook his head no. "Oh, bum I'm so sorry I should've kno-," I was interrupted by a kiss. Then he hugged me and cried on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few hours. He pulled away and looked at me with puffy eyes.

"I knew you would come," he said smiling a little.

"Of course I would....because I love you," I told him holding him tighter. He looked at me with happiness and leaned in for another kiss.