𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘.

A/N: Hey everyone, we're at 500 views! That's half of our goal!! Cmon guys, we can get there!! I'm back with a somewhat shorter chapter, but please read the warning below, as there is some content on here that some readers may feel uncomfortable reading.

WARNING: !!This is a slight smutty chapter!! The reader DOES masturbate, and there is mentions of sexual intercourse. If you are uncomfortable reading any of these, or are a minor, PLEASE DO NOT READ!! 

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"Yeah yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," You speak into the phone, hearing Sunoo's laughter on the other end.

"Don't forget about the math homework!" He squeals out, and you cringe at the screeching coming through awfully loud from the speaker on your phone.

"I won't, you ass." You chuckle, hanging up the phone.

Ever since the last time you had made a fool of yourself for not turning in some stupid math assignment, Sunoo -being the best friend he is- has not stopped teasing you about it.

And so now, yet another math assignment lays sprawled on your desk, the papers all in a jumbled mess. Usually you would ask Jake for help, but he's not here this week.

At the thought of Jake, your brain automatically brings you back to that one horrid dinner with Sunghoon and your dad a week ago. You vividly remember the way Sunghoon had so caringly hugged you after, whispering about how you were going to be okay. And you loved it.

Too bad he didn't hug you for the reason you wanted him to...

Finally giving up on doing anything to do with math for the night, you check your phone, deciding to just eat the leftover takeout for dinner and call it a day.

For the days that had passed after the dinner with your dad, you had tried your best to ignore Sunghoon. Even though you had not said anything, It had been made mostly clear to you both that you had feelings for him, and you wanted nothing more than to avoid him and the awkwardness that comes with him.

And to think of it, you were doing pretty good. Every time he came over, you'd resort yourself to the comfort of your room or just leave the house altogether. Only a couple of times did you catch yourself forced to have a conversation with him, and even then you'd try and make it as short as possible.

Although, it has only been a week, and you're not sure how much longer you can last...

Upon finishing your quick dinner, you hastily throw away the remnants, slowly sauntering to your room and taking care of your nightly routine.

*Ding Ding Ding*

You stop midway from brushing your teeth, turning your attention to your phone laying face up on the counter, three notifications on the front screen.

WOOYOUNG

Hey

We gonna talk about wht happened??

Y do I feel like ur ghosting me...

You groan loudly, the sudden desire to throw your phone to the ground being very prominent.

Not now... please.... Not ever...

Ignoring the texts, you finish brushing your teeth and lay down on your pillow, closing your eyes and imagining a certain presence next to you. Even as much as your inner voice screams for you to be a good person and answer Wooyoung's texts, you can't bring yourself to reach over and grab your cell phone.