Haebom sighed, staring at Ji-sul for quite a while now but the other's attention wasn't on him of course and no shit Sherlock- Ji-sul had his gaze laser focused on Yeonjun who was sitting on a different seat now rather than the one beside him, maybe three benches away.
Actually, Yeonjun had requested (not really) Haebom to switch their seats.
"If you want him so much, why not ask for forgiveness? I told you he literally defended you when I said that you beat up Soobin, what the fuck is even stopping you?" Haebom questioned, tucking away away his newly- just yesterday- dyed blue hair strands behind his ear for which he received some looks from the professors because of course he didn't care, "He is too dumb, he'd come back running." He added.
"And you also told me that he didn't believe that Soobin beat me up in the bathroom?" Ji-sul cross questioned, nose slightly scrunching at the mild throb in his jaw that was still present even after two weeks, "You see? Yeonjun doesn't see the bad in people no matter what, he wouldn't believe- not you at least. And he is not dumb, you are."
"Fuck you." Haebom cursed.
"Let's actually do that, I want to get my mind off him."
"Are you for real?"
Ji-sul sighed. "Actually, no. I regret getting drunk that night, fuck!"
His frustration was dripping from his voice and Haebom raised up his eyebrows eyes warily glancing at Yeonjun who was now talking on phone and from the way the boy was pouting talking about something kept on the right shelf, it was clear that he was talking to Soobin or either of his friends.
Yeonjun's voice was almost heard clearly in the almost silent classroom because no one had the energy to apparently be chaotic seven in the morning.
"Binnie- Soobin, no! I said right side! Why the fuck are near the kimchi container? It's on the left!" Yeonjun shouted over the phone, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in complete irritation.
"Damn Yeonjun it's fucking seven bro! Shut the fuck up!" One of the classmates groaned before dropping her head back between her folded arms on the table.
"Why didn't you just die in your sleep, Hyuna?" Yeonjun sneered at her.
She raised up her head groaning. "I fucking wish I could! At least I wouldn't have to study shit about antibiotics."
Uh, yeah that's what happens when a person is stressed to a point that wishing dying in sleep is a normal wish to ask for.
That stress comes from choosing the medical field as a career and Haebom couldn't agree to Hyuna's words anymore.
He wished to die too- and studying wasn't the only reason.
"Why did you even cause a scene like that in the party? Yeonjun would never know if you didn't do your shit there, you would have fucked him sooner or later." Haebom turned his attention to Ji-sul seeing him still stare at Yeonjun while the peach haired male was still busy cursing over Soobin with hushed whispers for not being able to find banana honey glazed chips.
"I already said I was fucking drunk, we were kissing and it pissed me the fuck off that he stopped things from happening again." Ji-sul groaned low in his throat, still cursing himself for that night.
"Okay..." Haebom hummed almost unsure, "So why the fuck did you even posted me on your Instagram? Asked me to be your boyfriend, to have an open relationship?" He shot his questions again because Ji-sul for the first time in forever was actually answering his questions because any other time when he is being asked questions he wouldn't answer.
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Fanfiction[A YEONBIN FANFICTION] Choi Yeonjun was cheated by his boyfriend, he was suggested that he should make his ex-boyfriend jealous, just for the sake of revenge he asked his best friend Choi Soobin to be his fake boyfriend unknown to a certain things. ...
