pre-debut heeseung confesses before he moves to seoul to participate in the trainee survival show, "I-LAND". you lost all contact with him.
what happens when you are forced to pretend like he is a stranger? would current love be your fate or would...
"i'm off first~ gotta catch that basketball game tonight!" doyoung said as he took his stuff under his table and almost forced them into his bag before getting up to leave.
he hadn't even zipped his bag fully and he was out of his chair already.
"again?! you didn't even stay with us yesterday either! your team's obviously losing tonight!!" i teased as i looked up at doyoung, waiting for his reaction. he simply flipped me off as i chuckled in my seat.
"snacks on you when your team loses!" heeseung laughed as doyoung whacked his back before heading out. heeseung winced in pain as i laughed at the two of them.
i glanced at the time and it was already 5pm; 4 hours since school ended.. and we were still in the classroom studying our asses off. or might i say, just me.
"and you! why're you even here? you're gonna be training your days away," i sulked, crossing my arms as i sunk into my chair. reality finally hitting me. he really was leaving huh..
"ey~ it's my last few days here and this is how you're gonna treat me? have it your way!" he grumbled back.
"not what i meant!" i chuckled as i playfully ruffled his hair. his soft... silky brown hair.
"anyway, what's with this damn passage? it's so bloody complicated," he sighed as he took my paper and started analysing the english passage thoroughly.
"i thought i was good at english until i read this," he sighed as he clicked his pen in annoyance.
"and this, lee heeseung, is why you are in no way fit to be that stupid lawyer your parents want you to be." i laughed my ass off, almost falling off my old, and squeaky wooden chair. heeseung took a deep breath and slowly, a small smile appeared on his face too. he knew i was right.
i couldn't help but get captivated by his charms as he smiled. and almost instantly, he told me to cut my crap and he went back to the passage. this time, his focused face analysing my passage as he spun the pen around his fingers.
his charms were unbelievable. the golden sun gently painted one side of his face as he stared at the passage, making him look even more mesmerising. there was something about him that captivated me no matter how much i tried to deny it. sure, we weren't a thing but that didn't dismiss the fact that he actually and genuinely was a hotshot. it should be god damn illegal to be this handsome.. even for this age! i stared at his eyebrows that were slightly furrowed and his lips... they were pouted in such a way that made him look so innocent-like.
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was it cause i never noticed or never paid much attention to his features? just how.. and when did he get so - i found myself resting my right cheek on my right hand, as my eyes continued to engulfe the beautiful individual in front of me.
"holy shit! i got it!" he exclaimed as he looked up at me, meeting my eyes. his shoulders were raised slightly, pride taking over his body. i felt as if my head was in cloud 9, his words seemed to be muffled around my ears. like i could no longer hear him, yet he was the only man i saw.
