Cheonsa's povIt was now Wednesday and once I made it home I threw myself on my bed. I had practice in just about two hours and I needed to catch up with my homework before. I sighed as I made my way to the desk right in front of my window. How would I make it out of this hellhole called burnout. I had no motivation and zero energy pumping through my veins.
I got diagnosed a year ago, my doctor told me I should lay low in school and not try too hard. My parents also told me to rest and take some time of school and I've gotten my fair share of scolding's from them and my friends that I need to stop this way of thinking and acting. But I could not, I had a competition to win. A competition against Park Jongseong, and there was no way in the seven shades of hell that I would let him win. 'If you think of it he is the reason I'm burnt out, because if he weren't a petty lil' bitch who had to try to win everything I would not be in this situation'.
"It's not him it's you, you know that. You are just too full of pride that you can't accept it" I whispered to myself. And it was true, no matter how much I hate him, this was never and will never be his fault. In that way I admire him, how he could work so hard and not get worn out. But he is still so fucking idiotic.
I stared down at my papers and started to jot down notes and doing different writing exercises for my upcoming exams. It is not stressful, my biology exam is in three weeks after all. But I like to get a good start, and it's not like my professor is pushing us. He's quite chill, honestly.
My head snapped out of its hyper focused state when I heard my phone ring.
"Hello?" I answered because I didn't have the number that called saved on my phone.
"Yeah hi, whatever. About the project, when are you free to do it? I want it over with so we need to do this fast" his voice rang in my ears as soothingly as nails on a chalkboard.
"Eh, next week on Wednesday, how 'bout you?" I asked as uninterested as my little brother once you tell him that he can't have chocolate. A sigh was heard on the other line.
"I guess Wednesday every week starting next week is our precious time together" the sarcasm was dripping from his words and I rolled my eyes unintentionally.
"Cool, see your ugly face then" I said and promptly hung up. I stared at the clock and realized I needed to get ready for practice and eat.
Once in my comfy leg warmers and thick tights as well as my zip up shirt with the team's logo I walked down the stairs to eat something. Being met by my mother and brother stashing away all the food in the fridge and pantry I just grabbed a protein bar and headed out the door with my skates and all my gear for said skates. 'I'll just eat something once I get home' I thought.
Sunghoon's pov
I waited paitiently for Cheonsa to arrive at our place, the place we have called ours for basically our entire lives. Well since we were six or so but I've been friends with her for longer than I've been without her. But this is where I met her. Where she saved me. Without her I wouldn't be me. And I thank her everyday when I see her, because she never left my side. Even when my family did.
See, I'm not straight, I'm bisexual. And when I told my parents they didn't handle it too well, and it took me weeks to forgive them for what they said. And during that time Cheonsa never questioned why I came over so late or why I stayed for days at her house, she just let me. She saved me then like she saved me the first time. When we were kids.
|flashback|
"You really are a weak, weird and ugly freak, just like my mama told me" their word cut through my facade and tears started trickling down my cheeks. "Aww are you crying? Is it because you realize how repulsive you look?" I was six years old.
They pushed and shoved me down on the rough and hard pavement, causing abrasions and wounds to form on my knees, elbows and face. It burned. They just stood there and laughed at me while I could feel the bacteria crawling around the wounds in my skin. I looked up, scared to get hurt yet again and saw a small girl walk up to the group.
"Are you stupid? because what you did is not only a horrible thing to do to a person and completely brain dead. But nobody will like your rude, sloppy, frizzy, mean behavior and you will never get gifts from Santa nor get invited to a birthday party, at least not mine. Now say sorry to him and never show your face at this playground again, and if you do I will throw sand at you" she rambled on and on as the children just stood there and lowered their head in shame.
"We're sorry" they mumbled as they were swaying a little. As soon as the little girl walked up to me they ran away from the playground.
I was in utter shock.
"Come on now, I live close to here and my mom can treat your wounds, and by the way, you are so much prettier than all of them combined." She smiled as she extended her hand to me. Never in my life have I felt so grateful.
|Present|
"Hello~" I heard her running towards me and I stood up and spread my arms out, ready to hug her when she crashed into me. Her arms clasped around me and we both let out stupid little giggles. "So~, tell me everything about your new crush" she chimed as we started heading toward the rink.
"Well, you know the sunshine of our school, right?" I questioned her quietly still fearing her reaction, I guess trauma never really leaves the body nor mind.
"Oh ma' goodness! Sunoo!? You two would look so good together, he's a chemistry major right? Or am I tripping?" A breath I didn't know I was holding in left my lungs and I just smiled and nodded. I don't know why I still feel worried when I'm talking about this with her. "I'm sure he would love to go out with you, just ask him tomorrow" she continued, clapping her hands in an excited manner.
"Thank you Chilly, thank you" I lowly said as she turned to me. A smile made its way to her face and she once again hugged me tightly.
"You are loved Hoon, I love you. And I've got your back in any situation, you don't need to thank me for that" she said and I couldn't help but grinning widely at her. My forever best friend. Even though we were discreet and didn't talk about the friendship in social settings, she will always be my forever best friend.
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the equation of love
Romance"Me and you!?" "The equation of love? Are you fucking serious?" Two students, polar opposites, or so they thought. Hwangbo Cheonsa and Park Jongseong are enemies, always have been and always will be. Yet their teachers still paired them up in a proj...