𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃I one shots

49

"It's fucking pathetic."

"Fuck off."

Your relationship didn't exactly start off nicely. You hated Suhyeok, you really did. Why someone like him decided to hang out with a bunch of bullies and participate in their stupid, mindblowingly immature actions was something you couldn't comprehend. At all. And the fact that you didn't understand him, or that, or whatever it was you apparently couldn't understand about him pissed him off.

So he hated you. He hated you when you threw a punch to his face for embarrassing some random boy who'd just joined the school and hadn't done a thing. He hated you when, that day, his friends pulled you and took turns at punching you until you couldn't properly stand. He hated you when you bled and still laughed at their face, nodding as if you'd just proven your point. They were all fucking stupid.

He hated you when you grabbed the back of his collar when he went to talk to some student his group had bullied, telling him he better not lay a hand on them or you'd punch him again, even if it meant you'd get beaten up again. He hated it because he was planning to apologize.

He hated when you kicked one of his former friends and got dragged to their "spot" to get beaten up again. He hated that when he ran over to tell them to stop, you told him to shut the fuck up. He hated that when he tried to stop them from bullying people after distancing himself from them, you said his attempts at redeeming himself were fucking pathetic. He hated it. He hated you. He hated you, and your stupid smirk and your damned, fucking superiority complex and the fact that you thought you were always right he just hated you, he really did.

And you just had to be in the same class.

"Lee Suhyeok. Park Sunhee. You'll be paired together for this project."

"Proffessor Lee–"

"Wait–"

"Namra and Onjo, together." the teacher continued, ignoring your pleas. You fell back into your chair and nodded to yourself, stifling an unamused laugh. So that was how it was going to be. You didn't need to turn around to see Suhyeok's gaze on you. It pissed you off.

Once the bell rung, you packed your things, grabbed your bag and left. Not even a word to your friends, nothing. In the hallways, you heard fast footsteps following close.

"Sunhee. Wait."

"Go fuck yourself."

"Just fucking wait." Suhyeok scoffed, grabbing your arm and turning you around. "You don't want to get a bad grade, do you? So where are we studying?"

You stared at him with no expression. "My house. Friday evening. 6PM precisely. If you're here even just five minutes late I'm not fucking letting you in." you said and then turned around, not leaving room for any further argument.

Suhyeok sighed as he watched you walk away, Cheongsan encouragingly patting him on the shoulder. "Want me to talk to them?"

"No." he exhaled, "I'll deal with this on my own. They have a reason to hate me."