"i hate you" "no u don't"

11

Class was boring, extremely boring. Because of that, Beomgyu decided to go use the restroom, but he didn't actually need to use it.

He sat down on the countertop of the sink and leaned against the mirror. He stared up at the ceiling, class was boring but now this felt even more boring to him.

He was about to hop off of the counter when he suddenly heard quick footsteps nearing the restroom. He didn't think anything of it and expected the footsteps to go past but they didn't.

Instead, a familiar black haired boy ran into the restroom.

Yeonjun.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" Yeonjun shouted from the end of the restroom, the sound echoing due to the empty stalls next to him.

Beomgyu's face contorted into confusion at the sight. He watched tears slide down the older's cheeks, his mouth was stuck open as he let out heavy and frantic breaths.

The expression on his face was way different from his usual teasing and playful one that he always had, he looked so lost and tired.

"One, two—fuck." He ran his hands through his hair frustratedly before counting again.

He seemed to be counting to try to calm himself down, but it wasn't working.

"One, two, three...four. One—"

He suddenly went quiet, his eyes shaking with sadness and—rage? It was like both emotions were there, but he couldn't pick which one he wanted or needed to feel.

"Fuck it." He said.

Beomgyu watched in confusion as the older's arms abruptly dropped to his side.

His face was emotionless, like his body was there but his mind wasn't. He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. His jaw clenched tightly at the shiny object in his hand, his eyes never leaving it.

He flicked it open, the bright flame revealing itself. He brought it to his forearm and paused, leaving the fire only mere inches away from his arm. His eyes were still emotionless. He then pressed the flame to his skin.

The corners of his lips tugged up in pain as he winced.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Beomgyu shouted as he grabbed Yeonjun's wrist.

Yeonjun immediately snatched his hand away with shocked eyes since he hadn't noticed that Beomgyu was there. Beomgyu felt surprised at his own actions but didn't back down.

"You—did you fucking follow me?!"

"What? I was already in here! You need help, I'm tell—"

"No Beomgyu this doesn't concern you! Mind your own fucking business!" Yeonjun shouted.

"You're hurting yourself Yeonjun! Do you expect me to just watch you hurt yourself like this?!"

Yeonjun gritted his teeth before grabbing him and slamming him against the restroom wall. His eyes were cold and dark as he stared into the Beomgyu's eyes.

"Don't you say a fucking word."

"Who's in here?" A deep voice boomed from outside of the restroom.

Beomgyu pushed Yeonjun off of him and ran into a stall. Yeonjun rushed to the sinks and went to wash his hands. A teacher then entered the restroom and looked around.

"Is there anyone else in here?" The teacher asked.

"No." Yeonjun lied.

Without another word he walked out of the restroom and went back to class, hoping that Beomgyu wouldn't say anything and for once—keep his mouth shut.