— for the hopeless romantic. 

Because at the end of the day, you're too shy and your actions go left unnoticed. 
And maybe that's why you'll never have a chance with him.

Switching from tab to tab, you stare at your computer screen with pouted lips. The school's third-year student representative of student council, the quarterback of the football team, the school dancer, the A-student, the one all the girls wanted to have to themselves, the popular student—and.. you? Letting out another sigh, you rub your temples as you continued to burn holes through the text on your computer screen.

If he just doesn't notice you, then maybe it's not meant to be. You shut your eyes and rub your temples again, opening one eye to read the blog post one more time. You quickly close your eyes, sighing in defeat. Opening your eyes again, you immediately shut down the tab and move onto the next blog post.

Be competitive. Compete against him and that'll grant you his attention. Frowning, you glance at your stacked textbooks that were left untouched since the moment you came back from class. Looking up at your clock that read 1:32AM you purse your lips into a line and go back to the blog post to read some more.

If you're both best friends, it's a 50/50 chance of things working out. You let out a laugh, shoving your hand into a bag of chips and shoving a mouthful of them into your mouth.

"Us? Friends? He probably doesn't know I exist." You mumble to yourself as you scroll down the page with your mouse.

If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be. Let fate do its job. You stop scrolling, and your smile falters. Shoving your hand back into the bag of chips, you shove another mouthful of chips into your mouth and you sadly chew.

No one told you it was this hard to get a guy's attention. It wasn't your fault that you somehow grew a massive crush on a guy who's was basically beaming and full of sunlight. Not only that, but he was known all over the campus for being the all-round student. But here you were, far from being all-round, far from being known all over campus, far from being known by Jung Hoseok.

You're nothing but a piece of trash, is what you always tell yourself, but obviously in a jokingly way. But sometimes, you were starting to believe that maybe you were nothing but a piece of trash.

Let's start with the number of times you've tried—keyword tried—to get Hoseok's attention.

First, was to ask him for help on some homework from Calculus class. But that plan went down the drain when you realize that there actually wasn't any homework assigned since the start of the semester except for readings. The result? Humiliation the moment Hoseok stared at you as if you had ten heads.

Second, was to accidentally—keyword accidentally—bump into him in the hallway and bump heads when you both reach down to pick up your textbooks. But that plan also went down the drain when you ended up stumbling over air, sending you to the floor all by yourself. The result? Embarrassment the moment Hoseok glances at you before bursting out into giggles.

Third—and probably the last time, was the most bravest things you've ever done. Mind you, you're not the outgoing type, you're more of the shy person who barely uttered a single word in class and got low participation marks because of it. Third, was to be the school's mascot. This was a win/win situation for you. Not only did you avoid speaking in public successfully because of your shyness, but you were also able to get Hoseok's attention.

"You can do it, Hoseok-ah!" You say through the mascot, although your words sounded muffled, he smiles at you before patting your head. You were glad that he couldn't see you blushing ten dark shades of red.

"Thank you." He smiles before he puts his helmet on and goes back out onto the field.

You start dancing in your costume, hearing a few compliments from other people saying how adorable you were, how you were so cute, and everything nice. The only thing you wish was that they were compliments for you and not the mascot.

Suddenly, the crowd gasps and you immediately look out into the field to see Hoseok on the grass, groaning in pain. You couldn't help but rush over towards him in your costume, and as you come near you see him holding his ankle.

"I think I twisted my ankle," he groans in pain and the coach sighs.

"You have to sit on the bench, Hoseok, you can't play the game anymore—"

"No! I want to finish the game. We only have seven minutes left, I can bare the pain." He explains and begs.

"But you're going to fracture your ankle even more if you continue to play—"

"We're going to win, Coach. I can't let my team down." He says seriously and his coach falls silent. "Please?"

"Fine. But if anything worse happens to you, you're out of the game, you understand?"

You extended your large hand out to him and he glances up at you, flashing a smile. He grabs your hand and you wish it wasn't for this stupid costume that it was keeping you from feeling his hand in yours. When he's back on his feet, he throws an arm around your shoulder and you help him walk back to the starting point of the field. As you're both walking back to the starting point, you start to hear people say, who's the person under the costume? Is it his girlfriend? Does he even have a girlfriend? Maybe it's just some creepy loner who wants his attention.

You ignore all the comments and enjoy the small moment you have with him because you know it'll be the last time you'll ever have one. When you both reach the starting point, you fist bump him and flash him two thumbs up.

"You can do it, fighter." You encourage him and he lets out a laugh. "I have faith in you, just don't—just be careful, okay?"

"We're going to win this game for sure," he smiles and reaches out for the mask of the costume. Immediately, you stop him from taking the mask off to reveal your identity. "But promise me one thing."

"What?"

"You'll tell me who you are." He says softly.

You let your head hang low, gently taking his hands off of the mascot's head. You shake your head softly, "you wouldn't want to know who I am."

He stares at you confusedly until the referee blows his whistle to get into position. You run over to the sidelines, getting ready to run alongside of Hoseok. When the referee blows his whistle, he starts to run far out onto the field.

You run as fast as you can to catch up to him, and with his somewhat broken ankle, his speed isn't as fast as usual. He catches the football and starts to sprint, and you take it as a signal to run faster to catch up with him. When you're running alongside with him, he turns to look at you and his smiles from ear to ear.

Laughing along with him, you flash him another two thumbs up. "You're almost there! Just keep running! Take your time, they're still very far behind!"

He takes it as words of motivation and encouragement and soon enough, the both of you are near to touchdown. When he finally lands his first touchdown, the crowd goes wild and you're jumping up and down.

His teammates rush over towards him and topple over him. When all of his teammates get off of him, you take it as your chance to go over and congratulate him but before you could, a girl comes up to him and kisses him on the cheek.

"Congratulations, babe."

You stop in your tracks, watching all of it go down. Sighing sadly, you watch the two of them immerse in conversation and you turn away to stop yourself from hurting even more. It truly was the last moment you'll ever have with Hoseok.

And you were left with nothing but heartbreak.

"Hoseok-ah, are you really not going to join the after-party?"

Hoseok shakes his head and smiles, "I have to go home and finish my assignment. Thanks anyway."

"I swear, you're always focused on school. Let go for once, would you? Even that cutie Jiyeon from our class has been all over you since we won." Jimin nudges him and Hoseok sighs.

"I don't like her that way, and I told her that back at the football field," Hoseok explains and ruffles Jimin's hair. "Besides, there's this other girl I like—"

"About time." Jimin rolls his eyes. "She'll most likely be at the party, so that gives you an excuse to come—"

"She doesn't like parties." He cuts him off. "Don't worry about me, Jimin. Just go to the party without me, I don't want to keep you from having fun, alright?"

"Alright, fine. Get home safely and I'll see you tomorrow in class."

As Hoseok waves at Jimin, he turns around and starts to walk back home with his duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. As he makes his way across the field to get back to the dormitory, he sees a familiar figure sitting on the sidelines all alone.

He slowly smiles and starts to make his way closer to the figure only to stop in his tracks. His eyes trail from the mascot's head to the person who's still dressed in the body of the mascot. Hearing sniffles and soft sobs, he looks at you from afar.

He feels his heartbreak when he remembers the words you told him during the game.

"We're going to win this game for sure, but promise me one thing."

"What?"

"You'll tell me who you are."

"You wouldn't want to know who I am."

But what if I already knew who you were?