PISTOL | JUNG WOOYOUNG

5. broken promise

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for as long as sujin remembered, she wasn't one to be nervous around a huge crowd. she can carelessly speak as if nobody would notice.

well, because most of the time it goes unnoticed.

yet, she was here, standing awkwardly in front of the exterior door, working up the courage to finally knock.

the girl clutched her backpack. a part of her was begging her to just turn around and run back home.

but the thought of failing a project kept her in her place. she had to do it one day or another.

"damn it," she grunted as her fear defeated her. without wasting another second, she rose her fist upward towards the front door.

before she had the chance to connect her fingers with the door, it swung open revealing a teary-eyed san. his sniffling stopped as he paused in stance and stared at sujin.

"sujin- shit, sorry. i forgot you were coming today," he chuckled nervously before flashing her a weakened smile. "come on in."

the girl felt out of place in this moment more than ever. the last thing she wanted was to make him uncomfortable in the comfort of his own home and stick around when it wasn't the time.

"i can leave if you want me to, i understand—" she was only silenced by his repeated decline to the offer.

san only flashed her a smile as he gestured for her to take a seat on the couch. right as she took her seat, he was gone only to reappear a second later with snacks and a cold drink for her.

sujin thanked the boy awkwardly with a slight friendly nod. it was obvious to him that she wasn't comfortable but he decided to keep quiet.

to be honest, not even san was in his right mindset. he was so ready to run out and disappear only to come back late at night and sleep off his pain.

"i checked the project beforehand, we have to talk about how our ideas change from when we are kids to when we're older."

san slowly nodded, "okay, do you have any ideas of what our topic should be?"

sujin sat still as her eyes squinted, thinking of a topic. it was difficult to think of one that nobody else would do but eventually she came up with one.

"how about, our dream jobs?" the boy almost immediately agreed with a smile, "yeah that one is good."

though sujin tried to hard it, she couldn't help but think about mingi's words from before. how san's parents might have kicked him out.

she wondered what could've caused them to do such a thing.

from what she knew, san's parents were very wealthy and successful, would they really kick him out for their own reputation? what did he even do?

the curious girl decided to keep her overthinking away as she began to work on the project with san.

"we can use ourselves as examples." sujin suggested to the very quiet and closeted boy.

"sure." he responded shortly.

god, he was making it difficult for her to work but she couldn't even blame him. she should've shown up at a different time.

whenever she tried to steal a glance at him, his eyes were lowered as his mind was elsewhere.

his grey sweater still had some teary marks on it as his nose was bright red. he kept fiddling with his fingers, trying to distract himself, prevent himself from crying.

she couldn't stick around much longer.

sujin bit her lip softly as she quickly picked up her phone, "oh, wait sorry." she chuckled nervously before getting up and standing in a corner.