the dare - c.yj & c.sb

chapter 6

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he was anxious. nervous. practically shaking.

god, he had never been like this before. never.

he was always so calm. so reserved. so easy going and relaxed. a skill that others so easily envied what he could magically do.

but that was gone. long gone. in fact, yeonjun couldn't now remember what that even felt like before. because now, he was a nervous wreck.

his brain was speeding at a million miles per minute. his palms were sweaty. his leg was bouncing up and down like a bee on steroids. his eyes were darting all over the place; unable to focus on one single thing for more than two seconds.

it was bad. bad. very bad.

he couldn't get his mind off it. off of yesterday. it scarred him. made him toss and turn throughout the night. made him wake up with panic. made him get ready with worry hanging over his head. made him walk into school with dread.

he wanted to know why; why soobin left. why he got up and packed away his things without a second thought. why he had just stranded yeonjun like he was a piece of meat.

it hurt. it did. yeonjun didn't know why. but it did.

and worse of all, yeonjun didn't know what was going to happen today.

what if soobin avoided him? what if he actually finally kept his distance? what if all that they were slowly building up to had now come crumbling down?

what if soobin hated him? what if he had just ruined everything? what if all of it was now screws up permanently? what if he couldn't fix it? what if he lost whatever he had with soobin? what if-

oh, god. there he was.

soobin was here.

yeonjun's leg starts to bounce faster. his heart begins to pound even louder. his brain starts to have a panic attack. his heart was bursting out of his chest.

he was walking in. quiet. smooth.

yeonjun's tries to take in his face- but it was blank. blank like how it always was. unable to even read anything about his expression as soobin's eyes were focused on the ground like usual; as if the tile was just so fucking interesting.

he approaches closer, making yeonjun more scared.

what if he shouldn't have come earlier? what if he should've just steered clear from this all? should he even be sitting here? what if soobin didn't want him here? should he go back to his seat?

fuck, fuck, fuck.

soobin sits down, not even caring that yeonjun was having a seuizure with a heart attack at the same time; about to explode in pieces. caring on with his business like nothing was new. and yeonjun couldn't decide if that was good or terribly bad.

the elder looks at him, too scared to open his mouth, too scared to even blink, too scared to even make eye contact- so he just stares. stares right at his cheek. the one with the dimple. nothing better to do but to look at that.

soobin doesn't seem to notice. going on with his one business of taking out all his needed supplies- unzipping his backpack and digging through the very depths of it while yeonjun was still stuck in a trance of looking at his soft cheeks.

the younger pops back up- planting a pencil and a notebook right in front of him, getting himself all happily situated, before he seems to acknowledge holes being burned against the side of his face; yeonjun still like a doll, a fucking possessed doll.