A group of girls began laughing at you in the school hallways, "Look, it's the loser again," They nodded in your direction.

You stared down at your feet and hurriedly walked to your last class of the day.

The bell rang s moment after you sat at your desk in the literacy room.

How much longer do I have to put up with this?

You had been getting bullied by some group of girls for the whole school year so far, which was about five months. What was even worse was that you were to ashamed to tell anyone, not even your boyfriend.

Your mind wandered off throughout the rest of the class. It was almost time to leave, and today Sehun was picking you up from school and driving you home.

The bell rang and you quickly collected your books and left the building. You walked out the door and saw Sehun's car pulling up to the front of the building. You waved towards him, but he didn't see you.

"Hey," you turned around as you heard a familiar voice. "What've we got here?" One of the bullies snatched away your sketchbook from the top of the stack of your books.

"Mikyong, give that back," you spoke, reaching for it, but she was taller and held it out of your reach.

"Oh, it must be important, then," she opened it up and began flipping through the pages, to your embarrassment, it was filled with drawings of your boyfriend, Sehun. She began to laugh.

You couldn't take the mix of emotions you were feeling now, so you just turned around and began walking towards where Sehun had parked. You hated yourself for leaving your sketchbook, but you were really hoping she'd give it back tomorrow.

"Hello," you cheerfully said as you opened the door of Sehun's car.

"Hey," he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, "How was school?"

"Fine," you answered, just like you always did.

"What are you doing for dinner tonight?" Sehun asked as he drove towards your house. You knew he wanted to go out to eat with you, but you really weren't in the mood.

"I'm just eating at home. I bought ingredients for Bokkeum yesterday," you stared out the window, trying to avoid his eyes.

He sighed, "Okay, I'm sure it'll taste great."

You slammed your apartment door closed after Sehun dropped you off. A loud sigh escaped your mouth as you threw your books on the ground. There was no homework tonight and when this happened you would normally draw, but it wasn't the same without your notebook.

After an hour of watching TV, you got up to make dinner. You got out some vegetables to add to your Nakji Bokkeum and began chopping a green pepper on a cutting board.

The house was silent; you hated this. This silence always gave you too much time to think. All of the names you'd ever been called, all of the times you'd been mistreated, all suddenly came washing over you.

As hard as you tried to fight the tears, you were no match. They didn't start off slow like they normally did, they just poured from your eyes, dropping onto the counter in front of you. You gasped for air through tears.

"Surprise!" Sehun yelled as he opened the door of your apartment. He stood there frozen for a moment before speaking, "What's wrong?!" He rushed over to your side.

"Nothing," you wiped your eyes on your sleeve, smearing your make-up, "I was just cutting an onion."

"How stupid do you think I am?" He pointed towards the cutting board in front of you, which had a green pepper on it. "Now, what's really wrong?" He gently grabbed your hands and led you to the sofa in your living room.

"Theres…um," you looked at every possible place in the room except Sehun, "Theres these girls… at school," tears started forming in your eyes again. Sehun placed his hand under your chin and lifted your face so he could see you.

"Ignore them. Whatever they say is a lie," he wiped a tear off your face with his thumb.

It was strange how one simple act of kindness could make you burst into tears. You leaned forward and grabbed his shirt, crying into it. He stroked your hair as you did this, comforting you even more.

After you felt that you were finally done crying, you sat up and continued to speak, "But… they took my sketchbook today. I was at least a little more okay with the name calling, but I have to have my sketchbook."

"Can I pick you up tomorrow, too?"

"Sure," you wiped your eyes one last time.

Sehun stayed and helped you cook dinner. It felt surprisingly good to tell someone what was going on.

The next morning, he picked you up for school.

"Good morning, beautiful," He'd been showering you with compliments ever since last night. The two of you walked out to the parking lot towards his car.

"Do you want me to go to school with you today?" He asked as he began to drive.

You laughed, thinking he was joking, but when you looked at him, you realized that he was actually serious. "Oh, no, I'll be okay," you straightened the skirt of your uniform.

"Don't forget that I'm picking you up!" Sehun shouted from his car window as he dropped you off.

You gave him a thumbs up and waved as you entered the school building with a new sense of confidence.

Throughout the day, their mean comments bounced right off of you. You did try to look to see if Mikyong had your sketchbook, but you didn't see it.

The last bell of the day rang as you walked out of the building, you saw Sehun standing against the wall a little over. You started walking in his direction, but you stopped when you saw the lime green cover of your sketchbook in Mikyong's arms.

Without hesitation, you approached her. "Give it back," you said firmly.

"Why should I? Wouldn't it be so much more fun to show the school what a dork you are? All of your pictures are of the same thing." You went from confident to uncomfortable in less than a minute.

"Hey," Mikyung turned around to see a tall guy behind her. "Give that back. I really don't think you want to see me get any madder."

She quickly handed the sketchbook to Sehun and scampered away.

"Oh, thank you so much!" you gave him a big hug, then began walking.

"Why are all of these drawings of me?" He asked, flipping through the pages.

"Ah, don't look at those!" You turned bright red and snatched back your sketchbook.

He laughed and put his arm around your shoulder, "You're incredibly cute."