𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗒

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i find him the first place i look - back by the little arty area. i don't say anything to him at first. and he takes no notice of me. i just walk up to him and stand beside him, leaning against the wall. i look at the art in front of us. it is pretty cool. eventually i speak up.

"we'll be going up soon." i tell him.

he doesn't respond to me. he just sort of looks at my shoes before looking back at the art. why does he take no notice of me? he acts as though he hates me.

"have i done something?" i ask him.

he looks at me. "what?"

"you act like you hate me, you try to kiss me, then go back to hating me again." i say.

his jaw tightens as i remind him of that. neither of us had officially brought up the near kisses before. this morning it was just referred to as 'last night' and 'that', so i think hearing the word 'kiss', made it seem more official.

"i don't hate you." he mutters under his breath.

"no?" i ask.

he doesn't respond.

"judging by the way you've been treating me since i got here, it would seem that you do." i enlighten him.

he looks at me. "what do you want?" he asks.

i pause and look at him. "what do i want?" i ask. "i'd just like you to act like you actually want me to be here." i say. "like daeun and kendall get along so well and constantly chat about anything and everything and i feel like you just don't care with me."

he rolls his eyes. why do i find that so attractive every time he does that? i shouldn't, because it's rude, but for some reason i do. "can people just stop comparing me to other people?" he mutters.

i pause. "are you talking about your dad?" i ask him. a few times, i've noticed that his dad has compared him to juwon.

he looks at me skeptically. "what did you hear" he asks.

well hello déjà vu.

"i saw him grab your face and notice the bruise." i say.

he looks down at his shoes. "he'll kill me." he says. "he's going to actually kill me."

i shake my head. "you mom has told him not to talk to you about it. she said she'll do it later." i say to him.

he scoffs. "you have any idea how often that's her plan but my dad just comes and fucks it up anyway because he can't fucking control his temper?" he says.

woah. did he just kind of open up to me about something? i don't think he meant to do that, but he just started having a rant. usually he just avoids talking about anything. i look at him as he closes his lips to stop him from letting anything else slip out.

"you can talk to me, you know?" i tell him.

"i could." he says. "except it's none of your business. so why don't you just stay out of it." he snaps.

i blink. "i'm trying to help you." i say to him. "you know they're all in there talking about you, and i'm the one who said i'd look of you. i'm the one who's actually trying to make an effort with you and be here if you want me to be." i enlighten him. "if you're a private person, that's fine, but you don't have to be so bitter when someone shows they care."

"why are you trying to help me?" he asks. "why do you care? what do you want from me?"

i look at him. "i'm not caring because i want something out of you, yeonjun, it's just the decent thing to do. we're going to be spending the next month together, don't you think it will be a whole lot easier if we get along?" i suggest.