Why does it matter?

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Jisung's POV

Currently, I'm in a party, getting a little drunk. And you must be wondering why? Because of the break up.
I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago. I'm  still not over it. It breaks my heart , I really love him. But he  broke me, he didn't trust me, he said I'm a liar.Fine! It's not my fault that he lost me. Until he knows the truth,  let him do what he wants. Later, a guy comes and sits beside me. Honestly, it was kinda weird and creepy.
I just awkwardly look at him for a second and look again at the peers on the party enjoying, dancing with their friends, their loved ones.

I missed those moments I had spent with him. It all became a precious memory. I lost the person, and I don't want to lose the memory that is left alone, but also, at the same time, I want to forget it. Cuz it hurt so fucking much. Then, I snapped back to reality when this stranger talked to me.

"Hey!" He called, some kind of surprised. I turned to look at him confusely. "Yes?" I respond.
"Why are you crying?" He asked strangely concerned about me. Wait, I didn't even realise I cried.
I quickly wiped out my tears, "No, nothing, maybe because of the drink." I smile, chuckling fakely.
"Huh?how, can someone cry just by drinking?"
I just shrugged," But I'm fine," I said.
"Okay," the guy said, "so, you came here alone?" The guy asked,"Yeah." I nodded.

After 30 minutes of talking with him, I don't feel uncomfortable anymore. He was being sweet , I mean, I don't really know, but he was kind of very flirty and good with words while talking. I guess he knows how to make people obsessed with him. I don't know if he is a good or a bad person for now. I don't care, as long as he'd not do anything wrong.

I was laughing at his flirty jokes while giving me a glass of drink, and I didn't think much. I drank it all down my throat and made a bitter sound. The taste was weird.He chuckled at my impression."What was that?" I asked."A drink, obviously," he said,"ohh." I simply uttered. We laughed, enjoyed, had fun, dances. Hour later, it was pretty late ,I decided to go back home.

The next morning, I had to wake up early, I got ready and dashed to the university. I walked through the alley, and I went to my locker, placing my stuff.
I headed back to my class , and minutes later, the teacher came lecturing us . Half an hour later, the teacher left, I needed to go to the bathroom, I quickly ran to the washroom. I let a relief sighed, i washed my hand, ready to go back to the classroom.

I was about to open the door, but someone was getting inside pushing the door. Revealing who the guy was, we made silent eye contact.

"It's you again," he hissed, I rolled my eyes, "Move," I said, but he didn't, he keep on staring at me. I didn't know when I started to feel hatred towards him
whenever we made eye contact. It was not like how it used to be. Nothing was there, only hatred.He scanned my face, and I looked at him weirdly. Why did he have to look at me like that?

He was chewing his lip, I don't know why, "What is that?" He said, pointing at my neck. I don't know what he was talking about, I touch my neck, "What?" I said.
He didn't say anything. He was just looking at me like he would kill me at the spot.

"Look yourself," he said, I walked to the mirror, checking what's on my neck. Oh, it's just a bruise.
But wait, why does it look like - is that why he was asking? I smirk to myself.

"Ohh this," I said as if it's nothing, I walked back to him."it's just -" I was interrupted, "is it a hickey?" he sternly asked. I was quiet for a second," What if it is?" I said, snorting. For some reason, I'm desperate for his mad reaction. He dead stares me, "I don't care!" He said, pushing me harshly.

"I didn't ask you to care either," I sassily said and about to left. He grabbed my wrist , slammed the door, and pushed me to the door, "who was it?" He madly asked.
I was looking at him, trying to escape from his grabbed.
"Tell me, from where you got the hickey!" He asked again, he tighten the grabbed and pushed me harder to the door, "Why, does it matter?" I said instead.
He poked his inside cheek with his tongue.  I pushed him off me and left, leaving him standing there mad.

I reached home,  took off my uniform, and went to the bathroom, looking carefully at the bruise, I tried to remember how I got the bruise. Then it clicked my mind, I was making breakfast in the morning,a little drop of the oil splash to my neck, but why does it look like this? No wonder minho would mistook it.






The next day in uni, Lee Minho,  who is now my enemy has been staring at me the whole fucking time. But I ignored him and did my own business. In the next class, we have English,  a tall boy come sitting near me.
"Hi," he said, smiling, "Hi." I also reply , "You don't mind me sitting here, do you?" He said. "No, it's okay," I said.
"By the way, I'm hyunjin," he introduced,  " uhm, I'm jisung, but can call me hanie too." I told nicely.

"That's a cute name, just like you," he said,I blushed, "it's not," I said, "for me, it is." He smiled, I smiled back but was shy. He was a tall and handsome looking guy, he have those long black hairs, a slim figure, sexy aura.
I might have a crush on him later, omoo,  just kidding.
Just then, our English teacher came and started the class. I lastly checked minho, and he was there, again staring at me.

During lunch, I sat with hyunjin as I had no one to sit with, I do have friends, but they don't study at the same university with me, so thank God, I finally have friend in uni also, I would like to introduced him to my friends .

I was laughing at hyunjin being dramatic, beside his flirty,sexy aura. He also is very dramatic queen. He has the sass with him, the bombastic side eyed he would give. He is really funny.

3 weeks later, I and hyunjin are practically close.
We would hang out on the weekend and meet again at school. I have introduced him to my friends, and they seem to be friendly with him. Gradually, my friends and hyunjin are getting closer, like how close they are to me. Just noticed Felix , one of my friends, has been behaving differently in front of hyunjin. Maybe I know why. That's cute, but I won't say anything.



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