Blind Hearts Unveiled|ZB1

13: Heart-Shaped Box

The school seemed eerily quiet, its hallways devoid of the usual chatter and bustle. The absence of students, all attending the blind dates event, cast an almost surreal stillness over the surroundings. The only sounds that broke the silence were the echo of footsteps and the muffled voices of Ricky and Gyuvin in the detention room.

As Ricky's frustration boiled over, he shot an accusing glare at Gyuvin. "Detention, just great. All thanks to you."

Gyuvin's features hardened as he glared back at Ricky, his response laced with an equal measure of irritation. "Oh please, don't act like I'm the only one responsible for this mess."

The tension escalated, their emotions intensifying with every exchanged word. Ricky's voice took on a more aggressive edge as he demanded, "Then tell me, Gyuvin, why were you so damn angry at me?"

Gyuvin's eyes narrowed, his frustration palpable as he finally spoke up. "It's not my problem that you were so desperate to go to that event."

Ricky's retort was sharp, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, right, because detention is so much more thrilling."

Their exchange was a clash of wills, each refusing to give in. And amidst the turmoil of their argument, Ricky couldn't help but throw another jab. "You know what, Gyuvin? I'd rather be at that stupid event than spending another minute with you."

The atmosphere remained tense as Ricky and Gyuvin begrudgingly went about the task of cleaning the classroom, a sense of obligation driving their actions. Despite the silence that enveloped the room, the occasional huff of exasperation or the clatter of cleaning supplies punctuated the stillness. As they swept the floor and wiped down surfaces, the air was charged with an unspoken rivalry that refused to dissipate.

Amidst the quiet, snarky remarks would escape from their lips, each comment a barb meant to puncture the veneer of civility. Ricky would roll his eyes and mutter something about Gyuvin's supposed "perfect" reputation, while Gyuvin would scoff and mention Ricky's infamous stubbornness. It was as if they couldn't help but pick at each other's flaws, the words carrying an undercurrent of resentment.

As the room gradually transformed under the sweep of their efforts, Ricky's attention was drawn to Gyuvin, who seemed unusually distant and lost in thought. Despite the lingering tension between them, Ricky couldn't ignore the vulnerability that had etched itself onto Gyuvin's features. His heart twinged with concern, overpowering any remnants of pride.

With a mix of determination and a touch of unease, Ricky approached Gyuvin, a hesitant but genuine intent in his eyes. He stepped closer, his voice soft yet insistent. "Hey, Gyuvin. What's happening?"

Gyuvin's initial reaction was to dismiss Ricky and avoid the conversation, but before he could retreat, Ricky's firm grip on his arm pulled him back. He felt a rush of flustered surprise as Ricky's fingers held onto him, refusing to let him slip away. Gyuvin's heart pounded, his emotions in disarray, as Ricky's simple act of concern caught him off guard.

His heart raced faster, like a wild stallion, as Gyuvin struggled to form a coherent response. His mind raced, his thoughts a jumble of mixed emotions that he couldn't quite put into words. The heat of Ricky's touch seeped through his skin, leaving him increasingly flustered and off balance.

The seconds ticked by in a heavy silence, a battle of wills unfolding between them. Ricky's voice, laced with both urgency and sincerity, broke through the tension. "Tell me, Gyuvin. What's wrong?"

Gyuvin's brows furrowed, his inner turmoil translating into a mix of anxiety and frustration. With an edge to his voice, he snapped back, his words tense and tinged with aggression. "Why do you even care, Ricky? It's none of your business."