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The darkness will last forever. 

That's what Van Gogh once wrote, right? Even if I'm mistaken, it doesn't matter.

I can't see anything right now. The horizontal position I'm stuck in isn't promising anything good either. 

The backside of my head hurts but not as much as my whole body after the tough landing. As if to make matters worse, it feels like I am the tea leaves that were tackled down to the bottom of French-press with its heaviest metallic filter. 

It smells like vanilla sugar.

Like one of those alluring scents that could suffocate, yet make you crave a new dose.

And here is me mentally begging all the unbeknown higher powers that after all this day of stress I haven't gained the post workout bodybuilder scent as there's obviously someone lying on top of me.

My left eye opens up slowly, no longer capable of staying in the suspense, only to leave me breathless.

Abnormally big grey eyes are studying me with a shock so piercing that it makes me believe that the boy upon me saw Jeepers Creepers or leastways someone who he's been fangirling over for several years.

I stupidly stare back.

With our faces being inches apart, the two of us are fast to create a personal barrier from the rest of the world.

Every previous anxious thought leaves me, clearing the space for the mind's emptiness.

Two thick dark eyebrows serve as a contrast to the messy ash blond hair of also frozen in his movements handsome boy maybe of my age. 

Little, almost invisible mole next to his nose enchants me momentarily, but his smashed-heart shaped lips eventually become my main object of interest, losing the unexpected confrontation. 

Meanwhile my shojo anime experience signalizes to my brain that it's time for some action!

We all know what happens after in those mo-

I speedily cut myself off by mentally repeatedly slapping oneself for the flagrant stupidity.

This war of hormones...

The last time I got as close to another guy however?

Guess, it was a deskmate of mine who didn't last long. The fight that we had for owning the biggest part of the desk, trying to set our personal boundaries by splitting it with a ruler, didn't end well. If the teacher hadn't separated the two of us, I'd surely win. His heart...And maybe become less socially awkward...

But alas. 

On top of that, my skills of flirt haven't evolved much ever since.

"Butt out from now on, would you?!-" The guy doesn't even get a chance to break the heavy silence with his fleet accent as he's suddenly lifted up and dragged out of my vision by an intervening our bubble pair of strong arms in a black leather jacket. 

I flare up and jerk up in my seat on the pavement as soon as the guy's previous remark gets digested by my brain.

"Huh?!" My lips mutter meanwhile my mind thinks: Butt what?!?

The whole thing actually hurt and it wasn't my fault that he decided to play in a hero without a cape and save me from danger that I clearly recall cancelling.

Was it him who pushed me initially?!

I instantly furrow and jump into the self-defense mode. 

I've almost regained the motivation to live a little longer and someone already tries to deteriorate it.

But then my hasty train of thoughts collapses at the chilling cold voice of the visibly stressed out as hell pink haired boy that's firmly snatching the blond guy's silver hoodie's collar "The fuck you think you're doing?!"

Even under the black brimmed hat on his head I manage to see his shaved temples.

"The fuck you've done?" The no-name tackler fires back through clenched teeth, roughly shaking off the framing him hands before dusting himself off "Are you a novice or just a poignantly dumb first grader, Yojoon?"

If anything, from my perspective, their mature appearance makes me believe that they are college students.

"Politeness is a rare resource here or what?!" I practically shout at the sight, feeling the fire of anger igniting within me as my exclamation falls on deaf ears. 

Because in this moment of a squabble I am the overlooked donkey at the royal family's table.

The two of them simply continue their quarrel.

"What I've done?" Pink haired, unimpressed, raises a hand to his chin's level and flourishes it sideways in a wondering gesture, more asking than stating "What he's asked for?"

"Are you kidding me? Don't you understand that it's not the high time at all?" 

"Are you his guardian angel or what?!"

"No, but for all I know, I can't let that happen right now."

"Oh, excuse me, mister 'Everyone praises me for my worldwide famous expertise'!" The boy with the unnatural hair color, that greatly contrasts his pale skin, rolls his goopy eyes "Yeonhwan, right? Too late to pretend that you have a word here." His thumb and forefinger finger sassily snap in the air "You are a muted echo."

I can't stop the intruding thoughts.

Worldwide famous? So he's a somewhat important...persona? Pop star? An...Angel?!

Better Koshi Sugawara irl oaoaoa.

I quickly scramble off the ground for the second time in five minutes, agitated to the very core amids fanboying at the lack of understanding as to what is going on.

On top of that l've had enough of drama that I've never asked for.

The two of them for sure have seen me hanging around and doing all this weird stuff, thus considered it as a great opportunity for a prank. Maybe they are best friends in crisis or at least competing classmates.

Depends, but...

How else would they know each other's names?

I do not recognize my own sarcastic voice when clapping madly and slowly as if in a true appreciation "So well-performed! I'm impressed and beyond. Thanks for the laugh, unforgettable. See you two in hell."

And then I rush to twirl around and get out as fast as my much shorter than theirs legs can allow.

"Wait, Tumbleweed-head!" In the matter of seconds my wrist is captured in blond guy's warm spindly fingers, putting me to a halt. "We haven't finished yet."

I don't show my shock but the nickname struck the nerve I never thought I had.

"Listen, you, pesky egoistic jerk-material blister!" There's a strong hope within me that I can kill with a death glare as I hiss, having turned his way "Want to play so bad? Sorry. Found a broken toy."

I fleetly wonder what Blake would say about my words, but then my mind cuts out any way to think about it further.

Your brother doesn't know a single thing about the current you, Ash. 

The surprised expression on the stranger's face transforms in a flash and ends up mirroring the defensive mine.

I try to get out of his grip, but he's too strong.

"Oh, so I'm an egoistic jerk. After everything you've...A broken toy?! I will show you how to pull the victim card." He mutters something under his breath in Korean out of sudden.

For the very first time I regret not learning the language that is supposed to be my default setting since I am half-Korean.

The way the annoying guy is narrowing his eyes makes me truly believe that it's exactly what being execrated looks like.

It's not like we will meet again, so why should we bother with manners?

"Annyeong there! You do realize that I can't understand you despite kinda looking like your species?" I roar back and open my mouth again to shred his confidence to pieces when the warning alarm finally rings in my head. 

The whole thing gets simply creepier. His hold doesn't seem to weaken.

If I don't act fast, who knows what it'll lead to.

Late night. Deserted area. 

The pink haired intruder that's watching the scene in amusement and interest from his spot nearby with something what reminds of octopus heads on his feet and vague in his intentions molester that's firmly holding my hand.

I try to move backwards, but he forcefully pulls me back.

My face may look as blank as the notorious poker face, but on the inside panic is destroying my internal Pompeii. 

This good-looking man may not be even close to being dangerous, but I can't help losing my assurance.

I furiously jolt an arm of mine in vain once more, hearing a content chuckle as feedback. 

And when my glance falls on what ends up being my last chance, the words fly out before I fathom the action they trigger "Look what you made do, Popstart!"

With a pain in my chest I speedily rise up and point the straw in my main obstacle's face before squeezing the box with all the power I can manage.

"What - YAAAH!!!", is the only muffled sound I hear under the pastel brown waterfall of my now splattering chocolate milk.

His hold gets temporary weaker on reflex, so I rush to regain the bygone freedom, treasuring my life now more than ever.

After throwing the empty box out of the battlefield at the pink haired's head, earning an instant curse as a trophy, I sharply tug my left arm with a help of the right other.

And then what I wished for finally happens.

The evasive sound of ringing dispersing below  is vaguely heard as I break into hectic sprinting (of which even my PE teacher would be greatly proud of), gladly escaping the live action nightmare.

Who knew that it was only a prologue.

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A/N so the beef begins haha xDD