VIII

8

Sometimes things make other things happen. That would come to be the butterfly effect. That where the wind that produces the fluttering of colorful wings, may cause a whirlwind elsewhere, perhaps even a storm in the distance. Who could know.

She thought that all the things that could happen with those boys would be a consequence of her past actions. She would never have imagined that her father's decision would cause that meeting with him, that meeting that would reveal a small detail that would later forge a bond between them. Lasting? That was another matter.

The talk on the way home had been worse than she expected, and not because the man was angry at high levels, but the fact that he had scolded her was already enough to be sad. Her father almost never did, So that simple warning could have made of Vianca the girl that cried even for a piece of sweet that had fallen without the right to another, fragile and sensitive.

The most overwhelming thing was getting home, because her mother was not far behind on the subject.

As soon as she stepped inside, the teenager ended up being cornered between the white walls of the entrance.

It was her first punishment! forgive her!

Although it was actually the right thing to do, It was better to correct from the beginning than to wait for him to do it again.

the problem is that nothing can be corrected anymore

Not in her.

"Vianca alessia!," her mother exclaimed.

On the screen you could see the photo with Sebastian that Vianca had taken

The owner of the name snorted, she already knew her mother's annoyance levels according to how she referred to her. she usually called her by her diminutive, but this time the woman said both the first and second names.

"What does that mean?." Annoyed, she extended her cell phone.

On the screen you could see the photo with Sebastian that vianca had taken, along with a lovely message.

“Observe the conditions in which your daughter was trapped. You should control her."

Of course, he had to use the words’ conditions, catch and control ‘. It hadn't been enough for him to make Vianca and Sebastian see those disgusting things! That egghead had dared to send the photo to her mother!

"The coconut… " she muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just…"

“I can't believe they found you secretly kissing a guy," the woman used a loud tone of voice and waved her arms hysterically. "Worst of all, you were taking photos, photos, vianca!"

"I didn’t kiss him!" she defended herself, "and I didn't take the picture for what you think, he didn't ask me to do it"

And that was indeed what his parents believed.

"And then? Is he your boyfriend and that's why you wanted a photo like that?" her mother frowned.

The youngest gazed intently at that frowning, remembering how her mother later wondered why the lines of expression were marked.

Relax, woman, relax.

"Boyfriend? Who said you’re allowed to have a boyfriend?," her father intervened.

“Well, that’s what it looks like,” her mother replied.

Vianca was between one and the other. Who to look at? Whom to answer? What to say?

Couldn’t there be a break to go to the bathroom?

"it’s impossible for her to have a boyfriend! She would have told us as soon as she started to like her," said the man in an annoyed tone, but confident of his daughter.

And it was true what her father said, but vianca didn't feel anything romantic for those boys, so she found no reason to tell her father

"And what do you want?!" That she was about to kiss a stranger?! the woman came back with a good argument.

Not a complete stranger. Sebastian could only know vianca’s name, but she knew enough about him.

"No! Of course not! I would prefer that she do those things with that Alex guy, than with a stranger,” he replied with equal force.

Iu.. She couldn't even imagine kissing that candle-boy. Vianca couldn't help but think that he looked like a candle because of his red and spiky hair.

"oh god, it’s all over anyway, And you already know what would be the best option," said the woman again to her husband.

Did they forget that Vianca was between them or.. What?

"Vianca." Her father's deep voice almost makes her get into a militar y position and give a perfect salute to show as much respect as possible. "Who is that boy?," the man asked, but before he received an answer he resumed, guided by annoyance. "I don’t agree that you have a boyfriend yet, but if I find out that you wanted to kiss a stranger, who doesn't even... who is not even your friend or your boyfriend, we will have a problem, and it will be worse than you already have now.

He spoke, loud, clear, precise and determined, And he gained more strength when her mother nodded, agreeing with him.

She was cornered.

"Yes!" She began to say before she could think about it calmly. "He’s my boyfriend, dad, and by God, mommy, they both know that I would never mess with someone I don't like, especially with a stranger." Vianca began to say without realizing it, and although she did not want to continue, it was already too late. "And in case you ask, yes, it’s recent, I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life," she paused, "but this boy is better than you think, for that reason I couldn't help but feel something for him. I’m sorry, I didn’t say I liked someone, but everything happened so fast and then I found myself saying yes when he asked me to be his girlfriend and…" She stopped to take a breath. "I didn't want you to discover it like that. And the photo… It was my idea, That was going to be my first kiss and I wanted to remember it… A-Although nothing happened in the end, so…

"I want to meet him," said the man.

"Invite him to have a snack, vianca," said her mother, calmer now..

The girl's brain seemed to have short-circuited, because she didn't think when she said with certainty:

"This Saturday."

What the hell had he gotten herself into?

The next morning, Vianca got up like every day, seeing how she had left her favorite pillow full of drool, the flower shaped pillow.

“Agh, how awful!” she complained, Wiping her mouth. Then she went into the bathroom to start getting ready.

As soon as she was ready, she went down to have breakfast. Finally, she took the snack that her mother prepared for her and went directly to her father so that he could take her to school as an everyday thing..

"Well, dad," she said, "shall we go?"

"Oh… No."

"What?"

"We won’t go," he said, pointing between himself and his daughter.

"Wow... Wait, what?" the smallest doubted, incredulous.

"I know you love going back and forth in a car, but as punishment you must come and go walking alone, my girl."

Walking? It couldn’t be.

Vianca was one of those girls who have always been transported in the comfortable seats of a car. That is, that is, she only walked when she had to or did athletic things like in physical education; as far as going places was concerned, on foot, that was not her style, she just didn’t like it. That's why her father had a car, right?! She hadn't even been on a bus, much less did I know what it was really like to walk a long distance.

"It’s not possible!“ she started to say, "I have prepared to leave five minutes before my first class starts, I I will never be on time if I walk, it can take me twenty minutes.”

she argued.

"It’s true… " The man agreed, the man agreed, then he began to smile very happily. "In that case you should start running right away, It would be good if you did a little exercise"

"What? Dad, that’s..."

“You have that uniform for something, Vin,” he said, referring to the sports uniform his daughter was wearing today. “What are you waiting for?" An invitation? You'll arrive later if you don't hurry.

”But… mo-mom!"

“Oh, don’t try to turn the boss against me, she’s already agreed and on my side,” her father said proudly.

Now, with nothing more to say and no buts to put, accepted the punishment. However, before starting her run, her father's words made her turn around:

"There is not much that can distract you on your way to school in the morning, I calculate twenty minutes if you go calm, and if you run, i think it would take you nine to eleven minutes. So, to make sure you don't go elsewhere, I'll call your coordinating teacher when the maximum time is up; I went to the trouble of getting your number. If If he tells me that you didn't arrive in that time interval, the punishment will be doubled, did you hear?" The man warned.

Vianca only bit her lip in annoyance and prepared to walk. She had no words, And even if it wasn't the punishment of the end of the world, the simple fact that her father punished her hurt her; Or so she thought until she realized she should start running.

***

she arrived sweaty, disheveled, tired and out of breath.

That was how Vianca appeared through the door of literature. Automatically everyone turned to look at her.

"Tea…cher… , I’ve arrived," she muttered.

Moretti wore a ponytail that had fallen to the nape of her neck while running, leaving some hairs outside and a tendril caught in them.

She looked like a very careless, not to say crazy girl

"Moretti, what…" Moretti, what..." The teacher spared the question about appearance. "The class has not started long ago, however I remind you to respect your schedule, You can't just walk in when everyone has already sat down ready to watch the class.

"Teacher, my father did not want to bring me today" she excused herself.

"Is that all? I know many students who come and go alone"

"But, teacher, I'm used to my father bringing me, please, I came running, have mercy."

"It's not about mercy, Moretti, it's about responsibility"

"But..."

“Teacher,” Julian’s voice interrupted, "let her in, I don't know if you've noticed that this is the first time she's late for this wonderful class." His deep voice filling every corner of the room. "I think that's something you should take into account, don't you think?" His eyes pointed to the girl standing in the doorway. "Also, look at her, she's even run. Who else is with me?" He finished, looking at the rest of the students.

Those words, simple as they were, enchanted Vianca.

Then the President turned his gaze, a feline gaze that seemed more like that of a lion, and made contact with the eyes of the brown-haired girl.

Alex was the first to get up and raise his hand to say he agreed with the delegate's words. A few others were enough. But nothing caught Vin's attention more than when her Asian boy settled back in his seat and parted his lips.

She waited for words that would show that he also agreed with Julian.

But hoseok just yawned.

Ah…

She was more than disappointed, she was embarrassed by her illusion.

Wasn't yesterday's conversation good?

Going back to the present, the number of eyes on the class teacher was remarkable, and since she "didn't" let herself be carried away by opinions, she said:

"Well, as you like, go ahead."

“Thank you,” said vianca, out of courtesy.

On her way to the desk in front of Alex, she noticed again that heavy feline gaze that followed her every step and filled her with nerves. However, that had been little left in comparison to what happened after sitting down, because Julián, with a crooked smile and closed mouth, dared to wink at her.

But, what?

Had he... had he really done it? Or, was it she who with her own blinks imagined it, believing that it had been he?

No...yes he had, he had winked at her! But why?

If she thought about it, that beautiful intellectual had been paying more attention to her since she had locked him in the janitor's room.. Did that make sense? Were the boys so easy to get your attention? Or was his class president a case apart?

Did you like me? She wondered.

She would never know, at least not for now, because while she believed that Julián García was something simple, he, on the other hand, definitely considered her an easy path.

However, However, Moretti would pay attention to someone else for the day.

During the day’s lesson, Vianca not only heard the woman speak, but also Alex, from whom she received an interrogation, one that she had to answer secretly during class.

“Why they punished you is what I want to know.” Whispered Alex. The desperation in her voice turned amused and annoying.

"I wanted to eat something that I was not allowed yet." she replied as they both left the classroom after class.

"What?"

The mouth of a fourteen-year-old boy. Vianca answered in her mind.

“Oh, Alex, your questions stress me out, go see if the rooster has crowed,” she said at the end.

"Well, for your information, there's one on my uncle's farm, and I've seen it sing a thousand times, and it's funnier than you.” The redhead stuck out his tongue at her and ran away knowing that her friend would chase him.

"You better run!" she yelled at him once they were already on the court.

Vianca crossed her arms, tempted to chase him for a while, but her plan was interrupted by the sound of a loud whistle; the sports teacher was asking the students to line up to pass the attendance list. Alex, for his part, also lined up, placing himself at the other end of his friend who seemed to be in no mood to let her jokes pass.

Present," Vianca said, raising her hand. In her voice having a touch of anger and discouragement.

"Why so upset?"

Next to her, a voice was heard whispering, a bit hoarse by nature, one that calmly reached her ears. Interested, she turned around, realizing that due to her annoyance she hadn't noticed the person who ended up on her right.

"Hoseok," she uttered, "Um... I... It's just that I had a lousy morning."

From her point of view, he was finally able to notice, and even calculate, the difference in height between him and her, and it was not a small one. That boy could rest his chin on Vianca's brown hair without any problem.

In addition, she was able to appreciate the guy's well-defined jaw and upturned nose. His black hair falling over his forehead as if it wanted to cover his eyes, and on the sides, these brushed the tips of his ears.

"I've seen that you smile a lot, and yesterday you were friendly, what could have disturbed you?" he spoke, still looking straight ahead.

"It's... it's just... Ugh." My father had never punished me and now that he has, I feel bad. But the reason for everything causes me incredible rage," she said, remembering that Franklin was the one who put her in that situation. However, after a second she realized that she had blurred that out too easily, being the second time she had interacted with Hoseok. In addition to being a gossip, she would possibly see her as a troublesome girl. "I-I say that... uhh.

—Don't worry, if it's the first time, you have the right to new chance, and there would be no reason for a father not to accept his daughter's mistakes." As simply as he said, he turned to look at her.

Those brown eyes conveyed security, calm and simplicity, they even looked sleepy and not very bright, as if they were only open so as not to stumble when walking.

“Run for ten minutes!" demanded the professor. “Then you must form groups of six. We will make a circuit."

And here we go again.

Vianca liked the sports class; however, he had had enough with such a hectic morning.

"Ah... For today I don't want to do this anymore, seriously, I -..." She stopped speaking, checking that the black-haired man was no longer at her side.

After trying to look for the boy with his eyes fixed on the front and rear trotting rows, he ended up finding him heading towards the bench.

Ah?

Vianca really wanted to go for him, to tell him to jog with her, and even more, when the young Korean man took a seat on one of the benches while the teacher said nothing about it.

"Start jogging!" the man yelled, adding a loud sound to his whistle.

Jogging around the outdoor sports court was difficult, but on the contrary, each end gave a different perspective of the place, besides that the light breeze combined with the sweat made it more refreshing than anyone would like to admit. But none of that, neither the trees nor the whistles, drew more attention than the edge of the field in front of the benches, since he was there: the boy who seemed the exception to the obligation to study the subject. Hoseok looked serene on that bench, devoting himself to observing his classmates as a way of entertainment. Hoseok looked serene on that bench, devoting himself to watching his companions as entertainment.

However, when Vianca trotted past him, she more than enjoy the view, saw boredom in his eyes.

It wasn't the first time it had happened. Every Friday at the second hour, Jung Hoseok owned that bench, sole and spectator of those who did carry out the activity. On those days, at that time, it was when he seemed most oblivious to the world around him.

And although Vianca still held out hope that one day he would join the rest, it always seemed to be the same, she on the court and Hoseok on the bench.

Why?

Since she had no answer, she decided to change her point of view and take a look at the teacher and her classmates. That man wore suspicious sunglasses, and the boys in her class sometimes made no secret that they took advantage of the warm-up from jogging to observe the bouncing of the girls' breasts, including her.

Ah...

Three beads of sweat later.

The professor had squeezed them! Did he want to kill them?

He said that, since they were used to the old routine, he would put a new one on them. But please, did he want to get stamina out of them or the food? Because several were about to go for the second option.

"Okay, you can leave now."

At last! Recess!

"Vin... Vin... I'm exhausted," Alex pointed out, hanging on the girl's shoulder, "give me water, hydrate me..."

"Are you crazy? This is mine, what about yours?"

‘I already drank it, don't be mean, Vin!" Please Vin! the redhead yelled, shaking his friend.

"Okay, okay, but let me go," he said, adding a snort and yanking free. You're sweaty." After saying that, Alex pouted, but she handed him the water. I'll buy another.

So it was. Vianca went to the canteen to buy a bottle of water. upon arrival, he distinguished the number of fried and fast foods they sold, such as cakes, empanadas, and stuffed potatoes; in addition to the amount of snacks. After asking for the water and receiving the aforementioned, she prepared to take out her small pink wallet to pay; however, another hand with money went before her.

"I pay for her." Suddenly, Julian's voice was next to her. The boy wore a big smile directed at the ladies in the canteen, neither more nor less than offering to pay for the other one.

But Vianca looked at him with an arched eyebrow, strolling her eyes between him and his bottle of water, and wondering if he believed that buying the cheapest thing for her was reason to smile arrogantly.

"Excuse me?"

"Isn't it better to thank than complain, pretty?" He answered this, as if it were one of the best advice.

Moretti did not like that

He continued—Tell me, what did you buy? Julian pushed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose in a charming gesture.

"That water bottle in front of you," she answered reluctantly.

"Why such a defensive attitude?" The contrary asked her, exaggerating the surprise and indignation. "You no longer want to have me for yourself? Like that time that-

-Enough! she interrupted him. Ma'am, give me a juice, two chocolates and an empanada please."

And that did one of the two women.

"Oh... Anything for me?" Julian asked.

Vianca took the things while looking at him with the most beautiful smile she could do and said:

"Oh, how cute." She patted him. "No." having said that, she walked two steps and turned in the direction of the canteen. “He pays,” she finished and left.

He deserved it; his face had been a whole poem.

And well... he had to pay. But he never once took his eyes off his classmate.

Vianca stuffed her things into her bag and walked over to Alex's side, who was sprawled on a bench like a complete beggar.

"Here,” she said, offering him the empanada, "I already have a snack."

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed she, as if he had been given heaven and earth. "You are a friend." He hugged her, walking away from her afterward. "No, your sweat damages these moments.

"Mine? It will be yours."

At the end of the break the entire section went to its third class. A class in which Vianca could not concentrate thinking that she should talk to Sebastián. to And having missed the break, the departure time was his last chance to find it

So the last hour was over.

Verónica and Alex left first, she walking and he taking public transport. Vianca, on her side, said goodbye with the excuse that she wanted to stay a while longer, because if she didn't find Sebastian and/or he didn't agree to go to her house tomorrow, what would she say to her parents? She had to convince him yes or yes.

People left and others stayed to wait. A few minutes passed and the young man did not appear. With nerves and despair, one of the girl's feet moved rhythmically while a few drops of sweat slipped on her face.

But then she could breathe more easily, because next to katterin, a tender Sebastian was walking ina hurry.

Moretti, always wanting to make a good impression, took the handkerchief he always had from the pocket of his sports overalls and then wiped the sweat from his face and neck with it.

Moretti, always wanting to make a good impression, took the handkerchief she used to keep from the pocket of his sports uniform and wiped the sweat from his face and neck with it.

When they were close, she began to attract the attention of the others.

"Oh, hi Vianca, I hadn't seen you," Katterin greeted.

Vin chuckled a little, thinking about how to nicely tell the girl that she wanted to speak only with Sebastian.

"Yeah... Well, everything okay?"

"Yes, yes."

"I'm glad to hear it. Umh... Mh... Katterin, could you give me a minute alone with...?" she asked, pointing at the minor with her eyes.

"Because? What did I miss?" the brunette asked in Vianca's direction, but looking at her cousin last. "Mh?"

Sebastian felt cornered.

- "Mh what?" A-are you talking about me? he inquired, looking at Vianca for seconds and covertly.

"He can tell you later, but I need privacy now, please."

"So privacy, um..., I see. Did you hear that, Sebas? You already know that later you must tell me what happened during this... privacy." Katte punctuated, and nudged her familiar.

Sebastian nodded reluctantly. Meanwhile, Vianca hid his despair for the brunette to leave.

The youngest played with his fingers a bit uncomfortable, and even more so when the girl in front of him seemed to be creating suspense instead of letting go of what she had to say.

And it is that her parents believed that he and she were dating, and therefore, he had to go home to meet them, the worst? Tomorrow. That was what Vianca couldn't explain.

It was embarrassing and unfair to him. That's what she thought.

But Sebastian couldn't bear the silence.

“You… Y-Your parents were notified as well?"

Vianca saw that as an opportunity.

"The photo…"

"Yes, the photo…"

"It was a big problem," she blurted out the words forcefully, "I had to lie to keep it from getting worse and... Ah! It makes me angry! It's not like they never kissed anyone in their teens, and I'm sixteen, not thirteen or fourteen!" he said fast and loud, not realizing he was venting. "I know it was wrong for me to get in trouble at school and end up there, but my parents only noticed the fact that you were in the photo, a boy... It was the only thing that was wrong" she paused. "So I need a little help from you."

Was that what she had inside? Yeah. And more. For a second she swallowed hard and prevented her eyes from turning red.

Sebastián for his part was silent and somewhat open-mouthed.

He had his problems, but they were practically the opposite of hers. The photo had only served as evidence to scold him for getting into trouble, for having escaped during the blackout and for having made the decision to enter the supposedly closed warehouse to kiss a girl. At no time did his mother mention that the problem was Vianca or the decision to kiss her, although Sebastian had never told his mother about her. And even after scolding him, the woman advised him that if he wanted to kiss a girl, he should do it somewhere other than the school, and that no photos be taken where the school logo was visible.

Not to mention that he was fourteen and the girl in front of him was sixteen. Vianca was sixteen years old! He almost kissed a sixteen-year-old girl!

Forgetting that emotion for a second, he focused on the fact that she had fared worse despite being older than him.

He looked at her pityingly, very willing to oblige her with what she wanted to ask of him.

"We-Well... What is it?

So Vianca told him everything, every detail, and even asked for his number to give him her address.

Now Sebastian was completely speechless.

"To-Tomorrow?"

"Please."

And he, with his ordinary brown eyes, couldn't say no to those singular light blue ones.

After finishing the conversation with Sebastián, and after he left being dragged by katterin, Vianca decided that she could be more relaxed, sitting in the shade on the same bench as yesterday.

Then she thought about the following: Where had her father gone? she took her phone and dialed her father.

"Dad, where are you?" she asked barely the man answered.

"I remind you that I said that I would not take you or look for you as punishment, you will have to come by yourself, I imagine that you already know the way, daughter."

"B-But... I'm tired, hungry, it's twelve o'clock and the sun is strong," she justified herself. "Daddy... I want to get home now." She exhaled, exaggerating.

"You'll get there," he said hopefully, "but if you're not here in less than twenty-five minutes, forget about the allowance."

"What? Dad…"

"God bless you, see you here. Lunch is ready and we hope it's still hot when you arrive." He hung up.

Auch.

Again…

But this time it would be under the afternoon sun instead of the cool of the morning. Fabulous! In midsummer and hottest season.

Here we go…

"Vianca?" a voice was heard.

She stopped instantly, recognizing the voice.

Today was his day, his moment.... However, each thing that happened ended up making her pay little attention to him. But it was very nice to hear her own name come from those lips of his.

"Hoseok," she replied.

-You're leaving now? he asked.

The boy looked fresh, clean and serene, always dignified in Vianca's eyes. While she was sweaty, with some dust on her sports uniform, and hair in all directions since the morning for obvious reasons.

Although the young man seemed to give the slightest importance to her appearance.

"Yes... I have to go, but this time I'll do it alone, will you stay?"

"I don't really care if I stay a while or not."

"Ah…."

Hoseok looked at her from head to toe. Very scruffy, he thought to himself. Then he turned his gaze to the seat where they had both sat for a while the day before, which lay covered by the shadow of a large fruit tree whose fruit he was unaware of. He then went on to look at the sky, remembering that yesterday that girl had offered him a lift.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" he asked.

"Really? of course!"

He smiled with his mouth closed. "Wait a minute." Having said that, he lowered the backpack from his shoulders and searched for something inside. "Oh no... where is it?" He scrambled everything once more. "Ash...ttong."

"¿Eh?"

"Nothing"

"what up?" Vianca insisted.

The next thing he said had a note of concern:

"I forgot my sweatshirt."

"Your sweater?"

"Yes… my sweatshirt."

Vianca gave a short laugh and said:

"You're going to die of heat."

"Maybe, but it protects my skin from the sun," he explained. "Also, sometimes..." HoSeok scratched the back of his neck. "It would be so hot that you sweat, and... your own sweat keeps you cool. Don't make that face, it's not bad."

He hadn't even realized the grimace he'd made.

What news so... of disgust. That’s what he thought.

"I didn’t know."

"Now you know." He scratched the back of his neck once more. "But I don't have it so I can't do anything, come on?”

"Come on."

Who knew that she would end up being escorted home by one of her candidates. And it is clear that he offered himself; for the first time, she didn't have to intervene.

Walking next to that boy was a bit strange, because for her it turned out to be unnatural to get together with the foreigner. For Vianca, he was like from Mars.

After looking at the path and trying to memorize it so she wouldn't stumble, she turned her gaze once more to the face of the guy to her left.

After seeing the road and trying to memorize it so as not to trip, she looked once again at the boy’s face to her left. She watched as Hoseok tried to cover his face from the solar intention with his hand; However, between his fingers a certain amount of light passed through. She detailed that face once more, and together with the sun's rays, she enjoyed the sight of a beautiful profile and skin that was better cared for than hers.

"Yesterday... did the cloud you were waiting for appear?" she broke the silence.

"Several appeared, there was one that was after me two blocks," he said in response.

"Wow... Excellent."

"After that I put on my sweatshirt and went home."

"Do you hate the sun?" she inquired, needing to satisfy her curiosity.

"No, but I'm not used to one so intense," he replied, closing his eyes to the clarity of the rays, even due to their reflection on the ground.

The reality is that for Vianca it was a hot sun, but normal, with a cap and some long-sleeved shirt it was fine; all her life it had been like that and that's how it is when you live in a tropical country.

But now that she was better aware of something other than having the foreign beauty by her side, HoSeok was sweating when a few minutes ago he looked like fresh lettuce.

"Ah... It's the third time I forgot my sweatshirt at home this month..."

This month!? Has he been drowning in a sweater all this time? Isn't it enough with the blazer? Wouldn't he prefer a hat? Vianca was surprised; she was content with a little sunscreen.

"You know... I like your accent." She wanted to change the subject.

He looked at her, "thanks… I like yours."

"Mine?"

"Yes... Even if you don't realize it, all of you have an accent; just as you listen to mine, I listen to yours" he answered him calmly.

Now that Moretti thought about it, she had never heard this boy talk so much. It was new and interesting. Hoseok was really friendlier than she thought..

"You live very far?" he asked first this time.

Vianca looked at him, noticing how now the boy did not stop fanning himself with one of his hands, seeking to cool off. Then she responded, trying to ignore it.

"A few minutes, you can get there in less than half an hour."

"Oh… Okay…"

There was silence, one in which they only dedicated themselves to walking. Vin looked at the boy once more, noting that his rhythm had changed, his steps seemed more slower and tired. Something in her was worrying, but she just shook her head and preferred to concentrate on another uncertainty.

"Hey... I was wondering why you don't participate in physical education class."

After two seconds Hoseok turned his neck to look at her, staying that way for a few steps as he looked at her.

"No need," he finally said, "my tests are theoretical."

"Why?"

I... oh! —As soon as the guy saw a big tree, he hurried to get under the shadow of it.

And seeing so much emotion for being under the leaves of a tree was not strange, but the way in which Hoseok seemed to need it. Under the shade, the boy took a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck with it, fanning himself at the end.

When Vianca was close to the boy, she noticed his desperate action to cool off and his tired posture.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"Yeah... just... I'm a little dizzy. Let's continue..."

This time, when they both went back for a walk in the sun, Hoseok was with his head down looking at his feet as if it was a very good entertainment.

Without realizing it, Vianca had been watching him, only looking away from time to time to check that there was nothing that could make her stumble.

Until that moment that everything changed.

Until suddenly Hoseok turned around, meeting those light blue eyes that were observing him openly. Both he and she, looking at each other, slowed down their steps.

"Vianca,” he pronounced as if in a sigh.

The named did not pay much attention to the rest until she realized how the steps of the other were falling behind.

"I... feel dizzy," the boy said in a barely audible whisper.

It wasn't until then that she stopped seeing his eyes to start looking at the whole picture.

Hoseok was completely sweaty and breathing hard, his slumped posture, sleepy eyelids and dry lips; paler than normal.

Vianca didn't know what to do other than ask him if he was okay; however, she felt the true fear when she saw how the boy began to walk towards her staggering, as if his balance was lacking.

Hoseok raised his head to look at her again, getting a blurry view from his perspective.

"Vianca..." he pronounced when he was a step away from her, "I'm hot... I don't feel well..."

"Hoseok… Wha-What?" she asked when, suddenly, she felt the boy take that last step and then wrap his arms around her.

Hoseok stood there, leaving the other mute as she wondered whether or not she should hug him back, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter if he felt how Vianca's hands seemed to touch his back or if she stuttered his name too much; he couldn't stay awake. Little by little his head fell on the girl's shoulder, confusing her.

"Hey, Hoseok…"

"I think my blood pressure has dropped, I'm nauseated..." he expressed remarkably slowly, still surrounding her.

On vianca’s part, worry and not knowing what to do were making her desperate. Important was the moment when she decided to hug him back, for after that the weight of hoseok’s body began to fall more and more on her. Until it fell completely.

"Hoseok!"

Due to the weight, she had to use all her strength to balance herself, walk a few steps to the nearest little shadow and slowly crouch down with the boy's half-asleep body until she sat on the floor.

"Hoseok…"

"Mh…” he said only, blinking without energy.

There, scared and with the guy in her arms, she took out her phone as best she could and called the only person that came to her mind.

"Mom!"