deceit • Han Seojun x Kang Soojin

13. tantrums and tactics

13. tantrums and tactics

Han Seojun was holding on to his dear life as he stood on the very thin platform right outside the balcony. Kang Soojin on the hand stood in disbelief at the audacity and the grit of the messy hair boy. She was wondering if she was seeing things, considering insanity was just a step away for her but when Han Seojun cursed aloud in the fear of falling, she knew this was real.

Even in insanity Kang Soojin wouldn't curse like that.

"Ssibal-" Han Seojun's call for the third time made Soojin to shake her head, "give me your hand..."

Soojin did what the idiot asked him to, because murder was not something she wanted to be behind bars for and if so, it would be her father at the other end. "What. The..."

"Fuck," Han Seojun was panting as he panted, holding his chest and then eyeing the girl in front of him. "That was so close, I swear I could see the light."

There's no way anyone could be as dramatic as him. He then looked down the balcony, and gave someone a thumbs up and waved like he was some celebrity. Kang Soojin would have rolled her eyes if it wasn't for his petty little gang downstairs, waving at him, clapping and hooting.

Aish, what a bunch of hooligans.

"Ya," Kang Soojin folded her arms across her chest, her eyes staring intensely at the boy who was now fixing his hair, "care to explain?"

"You care to explain." He retorted, shaking his head, "you went indivisible, it's not my fault, I had to-" Han Seojun's words faltered when he saw Soojin smile, it was just a little twitch, a more so smirk if he was right. He forgot what he had to say when he saw the girl smile, it's funny how she looked prettier with it.

"Wae," Han Seojun furrowed his eyebrows, "why are you smiling?"

A deer caught in headlights, that's how Soojin felt when she realised how a smile made her forget what she was dealing with and Han Seojun's English mix up of indivisible and invisible now felt trivial.

Soojin moved inside her room, scared and angry, at Han Seojun and at herself. Scared because now that he was in, she had no other escape than to get out of the hideout and angry because, she's not ready to face the world.

"Ya, Kang Soojin..." Seojun wasn't good at reading facial expressions, he was always the confrontation with words kinda guy. "What is with you?" He asked, the place was a mess, her clothes from the closet were strewn, bed filled with things and curtains drawn over what seemed like mirrors. He looked across the room and immediately felt uneasy, the grey color, the lack of personal touch, more of paintings than photo frames and books piling up in a corner. "What is this place?" He muttered as Kang Soojin sighed, she could hear Suho and her mother talk in muffled voices, Han Seojun must have informed them already since they weren't yelling at her.

"We need to get out. Your Omma must be-"

"Are you happy?" Soojin chuckled, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, "you did a heroic act by breaking in my room and saving me." She was sarcastic, she was pissed and she was in tears.

"Well, why did you childishly lock yourself in your room then?" Han Seojun expected anything but her unnecessary remark, "Suho is outside and so is your mom, Jugyeong is upset. You've been absent for school putting me in a fix for the term project and instead of being thankful that people care about you, you have the nerve to yell back?" He was fuming now, jaw clenched as they stood across each other, neither of them backing down. "I expect you to be the smartest, Kang Soojin, but to be this petty? Petty enough to lock yourself and create a scene?"