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jinyoung always saw him.
he saw him in his classes, sitting either in front of him or behind him.
he would always look down, not paying attention. but he still would manage to get average grades.
when jinyoung was younger, he had always been jealous. because unlike the boy, he had to study and pay attention to every little thing the teacher said.
but with the time the raven haired boy got used to it.
jinyoung also saw him in the cafeteria.
he would sit alone, always.
nobody would sit next to him, never. he probably didn't have any friends and didn't want any, that's what jinyoung's friends would say.
but he didn't agree, not even a bit.
the boy was shy. really shy.
and nobody wanted to talk to him either.
he didn't get bullied, he got ignored. something way worse.
jinyoung often saw him exiting the bathroom, his eyes red and puffy, his mouth covered by his pale hand.
he wasn't stupid, he knew what the other did. he knew that the boy had a problem, a big one.
jinyoung thought it was weird. because he never had talked to him and still; jinyoung had a huge crush.
he didn't even know his name until he eavesdropped a conversation between two girls.
"did you see him? it's unbelievable, don't you think so?"
"yes. i remember when he used to have those fat thighs and now, he got really skinny!"
"i wish i knew how he did it."
"why don't we ask him, then?"
"are you crazy!? we'd be outcasts like him! this jackson guy is a total loser, although he lost tons of weight in such a short time. once a loser, always a loser."
jackson.
the name sounded perfect for jinyoung.
jackson, jackson, jackson. it was all he could think about.
jinyoung remembered when the other one was happy.
jackson used to be a happy, hyper young kid.
he was always smiling and screaming and jumping around.
but then, it happened.
the boys in his math class disliked his behaviour.
for them, he was fat.
yes, he had thicker legs than the others, but he also had shorter legs.
he had a round face, yes. but still. jackson was not fat, he never was.
and jinyoung could scream at himself for not doing anything.
he remembered.
he heard him crying in the bathroom.
he saw him getting paper thrown at his head.
he saw him throwing away his lunch.
he witnessed how the boy broke, day by day.
his bullies never hurt him physically. but they made sure to rip him apart, until nothing was left.
and then, jackson stopped smiling.
he stopped eating.
he stopped living.
people still whispered behind his back. but they didn't whisper about his fat legs and face anymore.
they whispered about his stick like legs.
his cheekbones.
"how did he get so thin?"
"maybe he finally wants to be handsome, too."
"what kind of diet did he do?"
jinyoung knew all the answers.
but he couldn't just act like he didn't know a thing.
not anymore.
jinyoung created a plan.
and even though jackson would never know who helped him,
jinyoung still decided to do it.
after all, it was his long time crush they were talking about.