Never | Lee Haechan

Denial is a bitch

Denial is a bitch.

It always has been one of the biggest bitches. It's something that holds us back from opportunities, or makes us underestimate ourselves. But we all have different ways of going through denial.

Jiae and Haechan, decided to collectively indulge in this thing called denial by trying their best to default to their previous set up- before that night happened, even before they were roommates. Cause of course, how could they actually feel attracted to someone they wanted to smack in the face just two days ago. It didn't make sense right?

So they fought and bickered with eachother 24/7. It was as if all the development ever since becoming roommates vanished into thin air and only pure annoyance remained. And unlike just usual banter, now they genuinely couldn't stand eachother. Their ability to annoy eachother just doubled. So the universe decided to show them you can't just ignore what's in your face.

"Do you need to hog the bathroom for a whole fucking hour?" He swung his towel around his neck and snickered at her while the girl came out in a fresh set of clothes and a towel wrapped into a bundle on her head.

"How about you don't be a sensitive prick? It's not that deep,"

"I'm gonna be late- that's totally not that deep,"

"Am I supposed to care about that?" She walked to her bed, not bothering to look at him.

"Yeah cause there's a thing called responsibility," he walked to the restroom but stopped when he heard her next sentence.

"Not like you are responsible to any level anyway," she spat and sat down on her bed, unwrapping the towel from her head.

Haechan turned around with his arms crossed over eachother, "What is wrong with you?!"

Jiae looked at him with disinterested eyes, "You're wrong with me. Get out of my sight,"

"As if I was dying to stay in your sight- oh wait right, you can't see,"

The small wooden decor of a fake plant that always rested on Jiae's table was launched at him and he caught it before turning around and throwing it back at her direction without looking.

He was about to step into the restroom and tune out the other person in the room who was as insufferable as himself, but paused again when he heard her painfully groan.

His eyes snapped to her direction to see her holding the side of her head and the decor on the floor. Annoyance somehow left his body instantly, being replaced with concern.

Instinctively, he rushed over to her and glided his hand over where it hit her.

"Shit I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he said in panic and his eyes did a frantic check up on her.

"It's fi-"

"No wait I'll go get some ice,"

Before she could even say anything from her open mouth, he left the room and soon came back with an ice bag. She attempted to protest but he shoved the ice bag onto her head, holding her head in his hands in the process. A soft whimper left her lips at the contact of ice against her most likely bruised skin and she felt a hand slip into hers comfortingly.

It did hurt. Cause after all it was wood and the ice did help. But she wasn't gonna admit that. A few minutes later, she replaced his hand on the ice bag and he crouched infront of her.

"I'm sorry," he repeated again, looking up her- which she hated it.

"I-it's fine," she awkwardly pulled away the hand of hers that he was holding and he moved his eyes away from her- looking anywhere but at her.