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How does one manage to fall in love with somebody you absolutely despise? Kim Sunoo could explain that situation perfectly, but is it the right way? Or is it the right situation? Imagine being in love with somebody who didn't love you back.

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→ "Kim fucking Sunoo! Where the hell are you?!" A scream erupted throughout the courtyard, different people's backs turning to look at a fuming Sunghoon. Sunoo had immediately flinched and winced at the tone of the older's voice. "I'm not even going to lie; I'm tempted to run." Sunoo mumbles, his voice wavering with pure fear. "Kim Sunoo, what the actual fuck did you do this time!?" Jungwon asks, an eyebrow raising, before watching as his best friend gets up and runs away. "I've never seen him run so fast—" Ni-ki mumbles before seeing Sunghoon.

"Where the fuck is he?" Sunghoon asks, looking at the table, seeing only Sunoo's backpack and lunch box. "I don't know what you're talking about," Jungwon states and shrugs his shoulders. He quickly took a bite of his food, slurping his noodles in delight. "He ran that way," Heeseung states and points towards a direction.

Sunghoon looks in the direction and hums, feeling oddly skeptical. "If I find out you're lying, you're dead, Heeseung." Sunghoon states before running off in that direction. "What the fuck, Heeseung?!" Jungwon asks, looking at the older male with a dumbfounded expression. "You were NOT supposed to tell him?!" the younger says, almost choking on his half-eaten food. 

"You know damn well he was going to find where he went either way." The older male just shrugs and takes a bite of his food. He ignored the death stare Jungwon had given him and instead kept eating.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, was raving. He felt like he was about to blow up; he knew he probably looked insane and out of it, but the only thing that was on his mind was hurting Kim Sunoo. It hadn't taken but a few minutes to find Sunoo; the first place he looked, the younger was there. "Come out of the stall; I know you're in there." Sunghoon spoke, kicking the stall door, making a loud noise that radiated off the walls of the very empty and quiet bathroom. "I'm occupied." Sunoo mumbles, his voice shaky from the fear taking over him.

Sunghoon let out a groan, and he kicked the stall door open. Sunoo looked up and noticed his enemy, his crush, being more pissed than he had ever witnessed. The older quickly walked towards the younger, latching his hand onto Sunoo's thin shirt, dragging him out of the dirty bathroom stall. The younger winced as he tried denying any touch the older was giving him. "I do not consent to you touching me!" Sunoo yells and tries latching himself off of Sunghoon. The boy's grip was tight, so tight to the point it was turning his pale hand even more white.

The older threw the boy on the ground with a thump, the sound echoing. Sunoo tried his best getting up, but Sunghoon refused to let him go without damage done to him. His mind was truly set on hurting Sunoo. "Sit on the ground like a fucking dog; don't get up until I say so." Sunghoon spat, his tone almost terrifying to Sunoo, but yet he found it hot.

"Keep talking to me like that and I won't be able to walk for a week." Sunoo flirted. He winked at the older, seeing how it only made the situation worse. "You think this is a joke?" Sunghoon scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. "Quit fucking ruining everything for me! This isn't Sunoo's book! Okay?! Whoever told you to fuck with me, well, stop!" Sunghoon yelled. Sunoo seemed almost shocked. He had never seen the older yell, at least, at him. Of course, he's yelled, but situations like those turned into make-out sessions. This. This was different.