stupid [ han gyeong-su ]

nine.

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CHAPTER NINE :
TOILETS, PHONES & DRONES

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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

GYEONG-SU AND Y/N walked out of the recording studio, hands interlocked. The other students looked crestfallen and hopeless as they sat scattered around the room. The couple halted in the doorframe with confused faces. Turning to one another with raised eyebrows. They shrugged in sync before looking back at the others to stare.

"Why do you guys look so sad? Where did Miss Park and Nayeon go?" You scan the room, noting the absence of the two. It was quiet, of course Lee Nayeon wasn't there.

"Nayeon left because we didn't want to believe her side. Miss Park went after her, saying we should look after one another." Dae-su mutters as he stares sadly at the floor.

"So.. She chose one student over... About ten of us? That's an interesting choice." You purse your lips together with narrowed eyes. A frown on your face as you think the two might possibly die. Neither of them have good survival instincts.

"Yah! Where's your sensitivity?" Cheong-san snaps at the girl who glances his way blankly.

"Out the fucking window when they ganged up against Gyeongsu and the little pink princess tried to kill him! You know, your best friend, remember him?" Y/N blinks, pointing a finger next to her.

The boy beside her rubbing circles on her back to calm her. He didn't want his best friends fighting. He'd be stuck picking a side and Cheong-san would feel bad not being backed up.

Cheong-san suddenly turns to the cabinets and starts punching them as he shouts profanities. The rest of the students moving away, jumping in fright as he kept going. The anger and frustration radiating off the boy as he swore. Onjo turned away as she flinched. Daesu clung to Wujin. Y/N sighed, walking over to Cheong-san. Gyeong-su pulled her back, shaking his head.

"I know how he feels. And he's going to hurt himself. Let me talk to him, love." Gyeong-su gives her a soft smile, pecking her forehead and letting go of her hand.

The girl heaved a sigh and walked over to her friend. Quickly grabbing his fists and holding them firmly. He struggled, tears in his eyes as he fought against Y/N's hold. Eventually his shoulders sagged and he dropped his arms. His head dropped as the tears blurred his vision.

Y/N pulled him to one of the unoccupied corners and wrapped her arms around his waist. His arms immediately wrapping around her upper back as he tested his shoulder on her shoulder. Tears soaking her, Gyeong-su's, sweater as he sobbed quietly.