closer | haobin ⚠️DISCONTINUED

02

written at 11pm-1am 💀
AND I FIXED IT AT 3AM LMFAOOO #sleepdeprivedbychoice

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School went by as normal, just without any fun. Zhanghao stayed in his seat, never turning around or anything like that. He acted mysterious, so when lunch came, kids in class A surrounded him. 

Well, it wasn't because of him though. It was for the Mr. Popular who sat beside him. Half of the guys were leaning on him, putting his hands around him and ruffling his hair. The girls on the other half had small gifts in their hands, awaiting to be sent to Hanbin. 

Many were asking to go outside and play a round of basketball, tennis or volleyball. There was also a lot asking for tutor help -- basically any activity to do with Hanbin.

Uncomfortable with the crowd, Zhanghao stood up to make his way to the door. He held both lunches in hand, the yellow clothed and the blue clothed containers of his lunch. Normally he would eat both lunches because of his rare interactions with Hanbin, and he also had to show his mother that he had listened--which he didn't. 

After standing up from the seat, ready to push the 10 classmates in his way, his eyes fell onto Hanbin. He hadn't realized how it felt to be popular but he didn't care. He slightly wished Hanbin felt annoyed. 

Zhanghao then pushed half the kids in the small isle of his and his deskmate's seat when someone's fingers wrapped around his wrist. He turned to look at the owner of the gripping hands, which were held securely and a bit too tightly. It was Hanbin. 

"I'll be helping the new kid out today, sorry maybe next time"!

Hanbin stood up as people cleared a walkway for him -- like how they would with a celebrity. That meant, they pushed each other around, including Zhanghao. The hand of Hanbin's hadn't removed itself though, so the foreign student was able to be dragged by the Korean. 

As they made their way to the cafeteria, none of them spoke a word. Zhanghao still had his two lunches cradled in one arm. He would sometimes glance up at Hanbin who had been constantly waving at others. They soon arrived at the cafeteria successfully without being jumped and Zhanghao sat at his table where he would always sit with his currently long-lost brothers. Hanbin went to sit accross him. 

"Two lunches? Is one for me"?

Hanbin leaned his head on one arm that had its elbow on the table, head tilted and eyes on Zhanghao. But Zhanghao never looked up at him, he kept his eyes on his food and nodded while opening the blue clothed lunch. He did push the yellow one towards the other though.

"Tell your mom I said thank you"!

The two both ate in silence, Hanbin always looking at Zhanghao while Zhanghao was always looking at his phone. Hanbin hadn't realized Zhanghao's presence that much, only when he would see him outside of his door. He felt the boy was a mother's ideal: smart, healthy, and pretty. Hanbin focused on the Chinese's perfect skin, slightly puffed-up cheeks due to food, and delicate hands. There was a pinkish tint on his lips that he also admired as well.

Zhanghao could feel the eyes of the Korean on him, and it was quite uncomfortable. He once glanced over at Hanbin, to which he had locked into eye contact and looked away. Hanbin's eyes somehow sparkled as if he was in love. Maybe that was why many girls felt they had won over the first place, mr. popular. 

"Do you normally stare at people when they eat", Zhanghao finally confessed, looking up at Hanbin as he placed his phone down. He hoped it would hint that he felt self-conscious.