니키. love language

chapter two.

ii.

A few long hours might've passed, but not a single hint of frustration has left its trace on the boy's mind. Every time he goes back to think about your callous words, his jaw clenches in annoyance, catching the attention of both the boys that were walking alongside him.

"Are you still bothered about what happened earlier?" Jungwon knowingly deduces, while Sunoo, the boy beside him, shakes his head in partial amusement.

"They never stop, do they?" He comments. "Always having something to bicker about every day."

It was a normal occurrence at this point. The both of you have been on each other's throats since the beginning of time, and his friends can't think of a probable future where it will finally be sunshine and rainbows between the both of you.

And it probably never will. At least until the world is peacefully spinning around its own axis.

Ni-ki's hand lands on the camera slung over his neck. "If she could've just agreed to the picture, then it would've been over already." He continues. "How do all of you even manage to tolerate her?"

At this point, they are almost near the bus stop, where Ni-ki would have to part from his friends. "[Y/N] isn't as bad as you think she is. She's just. . . hard-headed sometimes, and also a little prideful. But once you see past that, she really isn't that bad." Sunoo reasons.

All that Ni-ki hears from his friend's words are hardheaded. Prideful. And what he pretty much concludes is that you're Satan incarnate.

Ni-ki parts ways with his friends and takes a step into the bus. With Sunoo's words continuously ringing in his ear, he still refuses to give you a chance.

The world would have to crash and burn before he even considers the forethought.

Meanwhile, you were still on the school premises, having to deal with some matters concerning student council duties. Your energy was giving up on you at this point, one more and you were sure that the heavens would claim you home. Hiding the exhaustion behind your blank expression, you patiently waited for the important news.

"Next week, I ask the student council members to take part in a charity event." The dean clears her throat, fixing her glasses. "The Park family will be the one to sponsor the event, so all of you have to be on your best behavior." She chides.

You nod, "When will this event take place? And is it really only the student council members that will attend?"

"Next week," She pauses. "No, some people from the  journalism club will tag along. They will be in charge of taking photos for the school's monthly release."

 Shit. "Noted, ma'am."

You walk out of the dean's office with three things in mind; 1) I have to deal with that annoying idiot again, 2) Fuck (respectfully) Jay for having rich parents that always have the need to sponsor an event, and 3) the school always wanting to show a good image. But once you sway those thoughts away, you finally release a sigh of pure relief. The day was over, and you could finally have your well-deserved rest.

Out of nowhere, the image of a taunting smirk makes its way onto your mind once more. You are fuming just by thinking about it. About him.

What sucks, even more, is that both of you share the same friend group. Crossing paths was inevitable. Even if you hated it, you could really do nothing much about it. The world was finding joy in your atrocious luck, seated back like a predator waiting for its prey to completely boil in the scorching pot, enjoying the scene.

But then again you think back to it, all you have to do is to stay away. All you have to do is to pretend you don't see him. Like he isn't a being in this world.

Yeah. It's just that easy.