𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [jonggi]

eighteen

- Tomato juice.

Yunho answered me by grabbing the cup with a touched smile:

- Thank you.

I took a sip of my banana milkshake.

- You don't take orange juice in the morning anymore? he asked in surprise.

- Ah, well, I'm making a change.

- It's been a long time since I went back to Hisuk.

- Let's go together next time!

- Yes !

We continue to walk around the campus. The cold had whitened the grass of the park. The sky, on the other hand, seemed to prefer to hide its joy by blowing a light wisp of air on our reddened cheekbones.

- Is everything okay at home? I asked.

- It's fine, he chewed his straw while observing the frosted leaves of the trees, the arguments calmed down between my parents.

- That's good, I hope it lasts.

- Yeah, I hope so too.

- Hey! Yun! Min!

We turned to the blonde head who accelerated to our level.

- Be careful not to slip, Joong," I said.

- Don't worry, it's stuck," he explained, pointing to the bottom of his shoes.

- Where do you start?

- Mm, Yun thought, "It's Tuesday," he mumbled, "so I have dance until eleven.

Our friend nodded before turning his head in my direction.

- Two hours of chemistry.

He grimaced before sighing wearily:

- I have a free hour before I leave for contemporary music study.

- That's pretty quiet.

- What are you implying, Yunho?

- Nothing, you're just lucky.

His lips formed a sneer.

- Well, I'm going to join the guys in the lecture hall," I said.

- I'll see you later!

I walked enthusiastically through the corridors of Building B before I spotted San's muzzle in the distance, watching the area. He approached before frowning.

- Woo and Jongho aren't with you?

- Aren't they here? I thought they were with you because of the time.

He shook his head negatively.

- I figured they'd passed you on the way here to take so long...

- Maybe they are late or one of them is sick? I assumed slightly anxious.

- Mm, the dark-haired man shrugged and stared at his screen, Woo not answering.

- I'll try to send a message to Jongho.

- Boys? Are you coming in? The class is about to start," the teacher said as he entered the room.

I glanced at San and then went to sit with him in the back row.

- Tell me if Wooyoung answers you.

- The same goes for you," he replied, turning on his computer.

- Mm, this is going to be long and boring," I muttered.

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- Aren't the guys with you? Yeosang asked to my surprise.

Yeosang did not speak much. However, he was able to converse more easily with Yunho, surprisingly. It was as if he had managed to decode the organizational lines of a capricious hard disk. A task that seemed impossible. We all don't know what paths Yunho had taken in order to succeed in deciphering the programming lines controlled by the control tower, that padlock that kept the blond man's lips sealed. That rusty wire fence, a gap that separated us from him, behind which he hid, protected himself by making some jokes or criticizing too frankly most of the time. Even San didn't have the chance to be that fusional with him.

So, that he puts aside his usual mutism shows that he pays much more attention to our group than I could think of from time to time.

- No, I sighed.

He arched an eyebrow.

- No news?

The dark-haired man readjusted his glasses before unlocking his phone.

- None.

The blonde's lips twitched before he grabbed something from the bottom of his bag.

- ...A...candy? he offered shyly. It relaxes me when I'm nervous.

I smiled sadly before accepting and thanking him.

- San who omits certain courtesies, nothing new, Yeosang grumbled.

The man raised his head to him, an innocent grin forming his face.

- Oh!

- Mm?

- Anything new?

- Woo just turned on his phone because my messages just got delivered.

I then hurried to touch the green icon on my screen before concluding, disappointed:

- Jogho still has his turned off.

I crunched the sweet marshmallow.

- Did he answer you? asked the blond.

My teeth shredded it.

A moment of silence.

I diverted my attention towards the brown one whose face darkened little by little, tightening my heart until nausea.

His eyes came to plunge into mine with a hesitant gleam, before he resigned himself.

- I..., he handed me his phone, think you should read this.