[September 12, 2018]

Nothing much happened to you for the past few days. A bit bullying here and there but you were fine. You still made it out alive. It was hard to deal with your classmates most of the time, the constant bullies just doesn't come down and it doesn't help that your friend slash neighbor wasn't in your class.

You were lonely, you admit, you were annoyed of your classmates being narrow-minded. You explained to them multiple times why you are like this but they just wont drop the issue and shitty attitude towards you.

You were sick of it but you had to bear with it, because at the end of the day, its still going to end and you'd still go home with the same loving family you ever so cherish.

"Hey Cyclops, take off your glasses." Your head snapped at the direction where the noise came from. The hoarse voice all so familiar to you.

Of course, they had a nickname for you. You earned the nickname Cyclops from X-men because of your shades that you always had. Sometimes they call you Scott, the character's real name. It bothered you before. You cried every time they call you that but that was before. Everything was new to you then, but now, not anymore. You had accepted the fact that the gift of sight was taken away from you by a tragic accident.

You shook your head no, but you felt someone swiftly took off your shades faster than you could react. You gasp, almost standing up from your seat. But what can you do? How can you retrieve your glasses if you can't see where they are?

You knew they were once again, playing with you when everything suddenly became quiet. You can only hear breaths that was exhaled and inhaled.

Your sense of hearing became much more stronger. And you heard something crack, that's when you know shit got real. You heard shushing sounds and panic mumbling and stuttering.

You knew it. They broke your shades. And you don't know how to react. You smiled to yourself.

"You broke it, didn't you?" You said and that sure made them shiver. Your voice colder than ever. Normally, you wouldn't say anything but today was different. You don't have any extra shades with you.

"Yeah, so what? Gonna tell your daddy now?" You were sure that was the head of your bully club. You weren't sure if he was threatening you because of the way his voice shakes and crack a bit.

"No. That's what a child do. And I'm no child." You flip your head to his direction. "Just please be careful with my shades next time." You said so softly like you always do.

And then there was silence, then a series of shouting and banging of doors and tables. There was chaos, you knew. And it wasn't far away from you.

And there was the red headed guy. Taehyung was there on the corridors of your room. He was a part of the chaos. Probably the roots of it. He stood there still as he wait for the guys to attack him. He was fearless, his eyes darted on his enemies.

He was a walking trouble to the elders, a big headed guy for the boys and a bad boy to fell for to the girls. He was popular, his name flies everywhere but you never heard of him. Nobody dared to tell you about him or even introduce you to him. Sure, maybe you heard his name once or twice but you never really took notice of it. He was just that hot red headed guy who fights here and there according to your classmates.

And you didn't like it. You didn't like the way his name was linked to trouble. You didn't like the fact that when you hear his name, you only imagine someone who can damage you. You didn't like it because you know there was a brighter side in his name, you just weren't sure of it. And mostly, it annoyed you how the girls only see him as hot and never acknowledge his inner self.

But you ignored all of it because first thing, you don't even know the guy. You weren't close to begin with. And you don't even know if he knows that you exist.

But he does. He knows you exist. As his eyes slip through your room's open door. You were there. Sitting on your chair and it was the first time he saw you without your glasses. You look fine, he thought.

Everyone was looking at them because of the fight but not you. You were there, just sitting and looking straight ahead of you. You look so neat by the way you sit, your shoulders back, chin up and your hands on your lap. You were a fine and perfect lady. In his eyes at that moment, you were normal.

And because you didn't have your glasses for today, he saw your eyes. There was nothing horrible to cover really. What he saw was almost a light gray pair of orbs, it was his first time seeing such color on a pair of eyes. Your eyelashes curl at its finest. They were beautiful, only that it was damaged. And one wouldn't know that until he sees you with a guide stick and how your eyes wouldn't meet the eyes of the one you are speaking to. No, everybody thought you were normal but you weren't.

And Taehyung was the same as everybody. He saw you as normal but you were sure that as soon as he knew about your condition, his perspective of you will change. And he did.