♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu's POV |1

Choi Yeonjun. I hate him. I hate everything about him. His eyes, his face, the way he walks, the way he flirts, and the way all the girls are on his dick. He's real popular amongst the ladies in school, and it's so fucking annoying.

We both are majoring in Graphic Design, and for some reason he thinks we're friends? Well, we were, but not any more. I can't even pick out one good quality of his. Okay, maybe his height... it's decent. And his hair colour? But that's all.

I don't talk much at school, and I don't really like social interactions, so it always bothers me when he tries to start up conversations with me. Like can you please leave me alone?

"Yo Beomgyu!"

Oh my god.

I just tuned around.

"Beomgyu!"

It was Yeonjun. I swear, every single day, he has a new thing to share with me. He's been doing it for so long that I don't even think half of his stories are real anymore... "What do you want." I sighed.

He ran up to me and put his arm over my shoulder, so I just knew that he needed help with something... like he always does.

"Can you help me with my game design project later?" He asked.

Yep.

"Where? Like where am I supposed to meet you?" I questioned, praying I didn't have to go to his apartment.

"My apartment?"

"Bro I don't even know you like that anymore- either you somehow bring your shit to the library tomorrow, or we go to a study cafe. I am NOT going to your apartment," I clarified.

"Why not?" Yeonjun whined.

I cannot believe he wants me to bring my ass over to his place of residence... he's become a completely different person, so who knows what his intentions are??

I've (unfortunately) heard all the things he does to the girls he brings over, and apparently they love it. I don't want him trying that shit on me.

"Yeonjun, I don't even know who you are."

"Yeah you do, we're friends, aren't we?"

We're what? This guy.

"Look." I responded, "for all I know, you could be a goddamn pervert. I'm not trying to risk anything."

"Do I look like a pervert? Do I seem like one?" He said, managing to back me into a corner in the wall.

"See, when you do that..."

I'm not even gonna lie, all the stuff I said in the beginning... well some of it was a lie. I still hate his personality and his flirtiness, but he's pretty handsome.

Damn my gay ass—

"Oh shut up man I'm just playing with you. I don't mean anything." He said.

"Yeonjun, fuck off man. If you really needed help, you'd meet me somewhere public." I made it extra clear that I was not going to his place of living. At least in public, there'd be witnesses just in case he were to try something.

"Alright, fine, fine, I'll meet you in the library tomorrow around noon." He backed off of me and eventually complied. "See you tomorrow!" He shouted as he strode away.

After we parted ways, all I could think about was how close he was to my face. And how good— I mean how ugly he looked up close. As he spoke to me, I could feel his warm breath softly roll over my neck... ah what am I doing? I don't like him, I hate him.