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“ 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ”
“ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺. ”
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It was a fine Monday morning.
However, it wasn’t so fine for the irritated guy with slicked-back black hair sitting on a slightly worn-out wooden chair—a school chair, to be precise.
Both his hands cupped his cheeks, and his elbows rested on the small table in front of him, which was attached to the chair with a metal pipe-like tube.
Beside him sat a blonde man, his prescription glasses perched on his nose. His messy, upward-styled hair had a few strands falling over his forehead and eyes.
The blonde man flashed a wink.
* “ 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙣~ ”
His voice was laced with mischief as he muttered the words in a flirty tone, only to be met with a scoff.
The other man, his expression now twisted in disgust, retorted, “ 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮, 𝙅𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙤. ”
He glared at the smirking blonde, who giggled in response.
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‘ 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀. ’
The annoyed one thought bitterly. They weren't even lovers. And besides, he only saw him as a 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
Oh, how funny it was for childhood friends to end up in this situation.
It was messed up. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.
The infuriated man stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. Joongoo followed suit, an amused glint in his eyes.
Jonggun bit the inside of his cheek as he approached the door, intending to leave the room. But before he could take another step, he was stopped by the one who had riled him up.
Pushing Joongoo away, he made the blonde stumble back a few steps.
* “ 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ”
Joongoo exclaimed, his grin widening.
Jonggun’s brows furrowed, his eyes twitching at 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 words.
* “ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩? ”
𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩.
* “ 𝙋𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, ”
Joongoo frowned, but only for a moment, before his signature grin crept back onto his face.
Just as Jonggun thought the atmosphere was about to turn dramatic, Joongoo’s annoying grin shattered the illusion.
Now, Jonggun wanted to snap someone’s neck. And that someone was none other than the man standing before him—Kim Joongoo.
‘ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. ’ Jonggun clenched his fists, though his stern expression betrayed nothing.
The odd eyed man felt like snapping his neck off everytime he thought of what had just happened. 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
