'till death do us part＜꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋅
the so-called-rivalry between a flirty boy and a cynical girl gets messy when they start falling for each other, but it becomes a disaster when her psycho ex suddenly wants her back. frenemies to lovers, but enter a...
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the teacher's voice booms, as the class' door creaks open on its rusty hinges.
and come in, he does. your heart sinks to the floor. a flurry of anger and fear and disgust upon seeing the familiar crown of his golden hair and a pair of cat-like emerald eyes. he smiles, eyes scanning the faces of the entire classroom, even yours. his gaze doesn't linger like you expected it would, but something about the crooked grin painted on his lips widens.
"would you like an invitation?" the teacher scowls, uncrossing her arms to gesture to the silent mass of students. "introduce yourself, boy."
"hello." he states, licking his bottom lip. his movements are slow, precise - calculated. you find yourself drawn in, like the rest of the room and unconsciously holding your breath in anticipation for the next honeyed words that leave that mouth of his, "my name is saeran o'donaghue."
you dig your nails in deeper, feeling the familiar, wet drops of blood against the tips of your fingers. the teacher waits for him to say something else, anything else. but when it becomes clear he has nothing left to say (how? he had so much to say when you were together - pretty boy must've ran out of bad words to use.) she ushers him away, "sit down, i have a lesson to commence."
because the boys' volleyball team is away, there's six seats empty. six places out of a total of twenty-four, scattered throughout the room. one of which, is next to you. the seat that would have belonged to kuroo tetsurou. the seat that he should have been in right now, right next to you, is empty.
no.
no no no no no.
please, no.
panic takes over. your heart is racing, and it feels impossible to breathe. you press your bloody palms against your eyes, trying to focus on the sound of papers rustling and chairs scraping against the navy carpet. you open your eyes and swallow down the sick that threatens to escape, even though you haven't eaten anything.
your hand shoots up. the teacher looks up at you, raising an expectant eyebrow.
the teacher opens her mouth to respond, but anxiety is a bitch. and your brain decides to give in to its sadistic whims - so instead of listening to her response or even grabbing your things or a hall pass, you bolt. you don't exactly run, but you desperately lunge for the door and hastily fling it open, slipping into the hallway and turning the corner to find a quiet place away from searan.
the hallways are quiet. students are packed in their classes, as teachers drone on about how absolutely, utterly important this chapter is. you make it to your locker and grab the lock with sweaty, shaky hands.
you swallow, trying to remember what exactly the code for this goddamn lock was, but it keeps slipping away from your mind, and you can't pinpoint the four numbers needed for you to get your stuff and just leave.
"try triple nine and one." a voice says from behind you.
you spin on your heels, heart and mind racing. saeran.
for a few minutes, you just stare at him; the boy you used to adore, now the stuff of nightmares. your mind goes through the thousands of scenarios it can come up with, trying to rock up something to say, something strong and brave - something that screams I HATE YOU, AND I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE.
but all that leaves your quivering lips is a meek, "what?"
"you told me triple nine means new beginnings once," saeran says, voice dangerously low and even. "do you remember? you used to tell me a lot of things, y/n. i wonder why you stopped." he muses, leaning against the locker next to yours and facing you.
you turn to your lock and take it in your palms, turning the numbers to triple nine and one. it falls open with a soft 'click!' sound.
"can i ask you something?"
you want to say no, you really want to say no. but you say yes, like you always have. you say yes and you give in to the beautiful boy who left your heart broken and your palms bloody.
"yes."
he sighs and pinches your cheek and it hurts. the boy shakes his head, "do you want to know why i came to this school?" you can't bring yourself to utter a single word, so he continues regardless. "it's because i missed you ever since you left, i missed you so much, y/n. but ..."
his eyes darken. "did you miss me?"
"did i miss you?" you repeat, the sentence sounding heavy and strange on your tongue. you swallow, the words feel hard to say and you have to claw at them, have to rip them out of your dry throat desperately.
"it's been different, without you." you give him a small, nervous smile. one that stems from the anxiety and fear coursing through you right now. if he had looked closer, really looked, he would've seen it didn't reach your e/c eyes at all. it was just there.
such a shallow man, and yet you always find yourself drowning in him.
but he isn't the only blind one here, is he? because when saeran grins at you, you don't realise that there's malice and mischief dancing away in those beautiful eyes of his. something sinister lurking in the dark corners of his messed up mind. something that's not done playing with dear, old, you.
saeran looks down on you, finding amusement in your fear. something inside of him wants to finish what it's started, to play the game again; let's have a rematch, shall we?
i'm going to tear you, he thinks, to fucking pieces.
