forever not yours, and never together.
𝐅𝐄𝐌![reader] • 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍
──it took three long, gut-wrenching goodbyes for yoojin to realize that you weren't staying.
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Hell on earth manifests to you in the form of a smartass fifteen year old.
It's not that you hate him. You're not enemies. On the opposite, you feel bad for him- you don't pity him of course, but you feel bad. You've seen the guy get picked on far too many times for your liking.
Middle school is tiring, and pesky little teenagers make it worse.
" I got in trouble with the police. " You comment, opening another box of popsicles. " Why? " He asks, the sun making his glasses shimmer way too intensely.
" Those guys... what were they called again? " You pause, a sigh threatening to escape your lips. " Junwoo and Minho. " You affirm, handing him a popsicle. " What about them? " He questions further, his hand barely brushing on your fingers.
" They followed me home. I'm not sure whenever they wanted to make out or beat me up, but in the end, I beat them up with a baseball bat. " You confess, subconsciously placing your free hand on your bruised cheek.
" They managed to land a few hits in tho. " You huff, turning away from Yoojin. " Anyway. They wanted to press charges, but the case got ruled out as self-defense. The police was skeptical, but I managed to save my ass in the end. "
You take a small lick of the orange flavored treat, the cold easing your tongue in this hot summer afternoon. " Did they target you because of me? " He asks, even if you were pretty sure he already knew the answer.
" Yes. " You don't sugarcoat it, instead you remain as honest as ever. " But that really doesn't matter. I've always wanted to beat up Minho. I hate his guts. " You scoff, refusing to meet Yoojin's eyes.
" Don't worry. They'll get a better beating soon. " He comments, and from the corner of your vision you can see his lips quirk upwards.
" You gonna hire a hit-man? " You joke, biting the popsicle. Ouch, brain freeze!
" Kind of. " He shrugs, and your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. " Woah, woah, woah. You aren't seriously thinking of committing- or well, taking part in murder? " You point out, whipping your head towards his direction.
" He's not gonna kill anybody. He's only gonna beat them up. I heard of his work, he's the best in this kind of field. " Yoojin gives you one of his trademark sly smiles. " His name's Jungoo. Although I'll have to pay him a good sum of money, I think it's a great investment. "
You don't answer, instead you look at him with worry. " ... " He also remains quiet, the only sound you two make is the occasional slurping of the popsicles.
" Whatever you wanna do. " You finally speak up, the sigh you were holding in finally leaving your throat.
" You can do what you wanna do. I won't interfere. If you get in trouble, it's your fault. " You mumble, taking your phone. " I'm aware. " He mutters back, stealing a glance at your wallpaper.
" What's that? " He inquires, probably talking about the painting you set as your home screen. "This? " You point to your phone, smiling.
" Lady with fan. Gustav Klimt. 1917. " You inform him, waving the device around. " It's such a good painting, don't you agree? " You grin, evidently excited about your interests.
Yoojin only hums, his glasses obscuring his eyes. " I suppose it is. " He comments, fidgeting with the wooden stick of the (now finished) popsicle.
You pout, unsure whenever to believe him or not. " Well. " You suddenly stand up, cleaning off your skirt of any dust or dirt. " I'm off. I've got homework to finish, I'm failing math so I can't skip again. "
" You're failing? " He taunts you, his smile never faltering.
" I'm not a smartass like you. " You simply shrug, offering him a peace-sign.
" Goodbye. " You mumble, not turning around to meet his gaze.
' I'll see you later. ' You knew better than to utter those words. Because there was no later anymore. This was your last meeting with the insufferable smartass.
You purse your lips, a shadow casting over your face.
" Hey Yoojin. " You call out, tightening your fist. " Yes? " He answers, looking at you expectantly.
" Keep the other popsicles. " You mumble, giving him a small wave of the hand.
