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Hyunjae : Doll

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"This is so easy, how are you not understanding?" Hyunjae is hunched over beside you, scowling at the seemingly infinite number of red marks he'd made on your worksheet. You scoff at him.

"Sorry to burst your little bubble, Lee Jaehyun, but maybe you should consider the fact that Chemistry doesn't come easy for everyone." Maybe take that stick out of your ass and you'd see that.

Lee Jaehyun, or as most people like to call him, Hyunjae was a straight A student. He was nearly perfect in everything. Perfect grades, perfect voice, perfect face, perfect body. He was perfect when it came to the sports he played, he had the perfect family and home. The only horrid thing about him was his attitude.

He was cruel. To you, at least. Maybe just to you, his best friend's little sister. Maybe he just didn't like you because you always seemed to be around, always trying to one-up him in everything related to school. Trying to be better than him at math, at english, at extracurriculars. You joined the debate team in high school just to spite him. And he'd be damned if he ever said he felt threatened by you.

If you were being honest, you really didn't hate him. You liked him, even though he clearly didn't care for you. You looked up to him, similar to how you looked up to your brother, but Hyunjae was different. He wasn't just your brother's best friend. At some point you started going out of your way to try to impress him, even if it never ended well for you. You wanted to spend more time with him, get to know him more.

"I would think that you'd be decent at this," he sneers at you, "given how you seem to be so good at everything else." You bite down on your tongue and turn back to the worksheet. The mistakes you'd made were so silly, so you understand why he'd be confused that you're getting them wrong. Simple miscalculations when balancing equations, simple miscalculations for enthalpy. All of them were simple, and yet somehow you consistently got them wrong. "Your brother wouldn't be making these mistakes. I thought you idolized him."

"I'm not Sangyeon," you snap. "Plus, why would he be taking a chemistry class as an Econ major? He doesn't need this shit."

"Gen eds, doll." Hyunjae smirks at you. "We all had to do them at some point."

Your tongue was starting to hurt from how hard you were biting on it to avoid yelling at him. You'd forgotten that Sangyeon and Hyunjae were already in their third year of college while you were barely starting your second.

"Don't call me doll," you slide your chair forward and lower your head. "Give me another worksheet." Hyunjae shakes his head. "Dude, give me a worksheet. Let me try again."

"I'm not giving you another worksheet," he says as he begins to pack up his things. "You clearly aren't understanding anything I'm teaching you, so why should I keep helping?" You rise from your chair at the same time as he does, your eyes going wide.

"There's no way you're giving up because I get mixed up sometimes." He looks down at you, almost annoyed that you're still talking to him. "Lee Jaehyun, you cannot be serious."

"I'm dead serious, doll. I don't know why your brother asked me to help you when it's clear there's nothing I can do for you." He turns to walk away, and your hand latches onto his wrist, attempting (and failing) to pull him back. He's taller than you and definitely a lot stronger. You barely even get him to wobble on his feet, and he hardly stops walking toward the exit of the library. Now, you're just being dragged along with him.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You jog to stand in front of him, walking backwards (in hindsight, you should've known that was a bad idea). "Like, I've never done anything wrong to you but you just fucking hate me for no reason. Why?" He's looking down at you while he walks, jaw tense and eyes narrowed into a glare.