monday & friday ¡hanhan!

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"I'm Junghan, you are?"

He stood up quickly and wiped off his hands to the sides of his jeans, "Vernon," he gave me a crook nervous smile.

Why will my dad even send an attractive young boy? I left Korea because he wouldn't accept my sexuality, yet he sends me a school boy to spy over me?

When we shook hands, the indescribable feeling hit. It was a sudden warmth and yet awkward touch. Scared, I pulled my hand away causing a frown to appear on his face. I smiled at him, to reassure him I was fine. What wasn't fine, was that touch.

"I have seen you around, do you usually come here?" I asked in the process of trying to see if he was really stalking me. I started walking towards the register, signaling with my hand for him to follow me.

"Yeah, I come here for school."

Vernon

All lies, I come here to see him. What the fuck.

"Oh so a brat." He laughed as I raised one of my brows. A brat? He's not the older to call me a brat.

"I'm 17, not 12." He sniffled another laughed and turned his head side way.

"I'm turning 20 next month." I stopped in my tracks, 22?! He looked like he was 18 or maybe even 17!

"What's your nationality?" He asked placing his books by the opened wooden box titled drop all unwanted books here.

"I'm from New York, but my dad is from South Korea."

"Have you ever been there?"

What's up with all the questions?

"Yes, I moved there when I turned 5, I came back to the states three years ago."

Junghan shook his head and looked at me for a few seconds before turning to look at the door.

I felt my cheeks blush, he was so beautiful. His hair was amazing and his eyes were just sweet.

"You usually come here on Fridays and Mondays?" WHY DID I ASKED THAT. HE'S GOING TO THINK I STALK HIM NOW. WHAT THE FUCK.

He turn to look at me and raise one of his brows, and I swear I have never been so scare of someone's reaction before.

"Yeah, I do." He took a pause and glared at me again. "You also do, right?"

I shook my head in a rapid motion, trying to hide my regrets but I knew my cheeks were red and I felt my knee tremble.

"Ya'll need to leave already," we both turn to look at the elderly lady who had a jungle of keys on her hand. "It's past nine, we're closing."

Junghan grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the library. I looked at the way his large slim fingers gripped my wrist and we were already out of the door.

I was tired from the fast walking and my wrist kind of hurt. He probably left a mark.

We both stood there, trying to catch our breaths. His hand still holding my wrist, he didn't really seem to care. Maybe he was use to playing with people, because this isn't certainly what you usually do to someone you just met. 

The ringing from his phone  made us snapped back to reality and he  finally seemed to know what he was doing and to my disappointment, he let go of my hand.

It took him a few seconds to answer, but when he did, I stepped a few steps back to give him some privacy.

This was embarrassing and awkward, why would he even hold my hand? For that long? Does he want to ruin me?

From my distance, I could hear the screaming coming from his phone. The voice sounded rough but also feminine.

Junghan just kept shaking his head along with the lady's voice, mumbling a yes's and nods as he was being scold.

"No," was all he said before turning off his phone and putting it back into his bag. His eyes turn to look at me and he half-heartedly smiled at me. "I have to go, I'll see you Monday."

He walked the opposite way of mine, and I quickly shouted goodbye, thinking the maybe I won't go back to the library. He seems sweet, not the way he lives though. Too much drama and I despise drama. But I knew it was going to be hard stopping myself from seeing him.

Saturday Noon 2:34pm

I was waiting for Monday to come so I can go see him but I knew it was going to be awkward. I told him the I come for school but most of the time I'm sitting on a bean bag waiting for him, and then the rest of the time I literally just stare at him or accidentally fall asleep.

I don't think I've actually read a book, I go through the pages of some magazines though.

Today was Saturday and around two in the afternoon, I had no idea what I was going to do on a Saturday night, until I received a call from Mingyu, one of my best friends.

"Vernonnnn, hi cutie." I cringe at his greeting but smiled anyways.

"Mingyu, what's good?" He laughed when I quoted Nicki Minaj.

"Bro, The8 is having a party, poor minghao. His parties are always wild." I shook my head as I agreed with him. "Anyways, I'm picking you up at 9, see ya." Without letting me say no, he hung up on me. 

I still lived in my parents' house, while Scoups, wonwoo, and mingyu all live together but after I finished high school I'm also moving in with them.

Since I was the youngest, I was practically treated like a kid by them. Not only will they laugh at me for acting "mature" or like an "adult", they would tease me about my "pretty boy" features.

I was only 17 so drinking wasn't an option. Yeah maybe every once a while I'd drink a beer or two but never enough to get drunk since I know my parents will kill me. They already hate me for not wanting to go to college. It wasn't so fun seeing my friends drink to their deaths while I waited patiently on a corner.

But when it comes to the8's parties, he always has something huge planned. Two months ago, he had a water slide but he doesn't even have a pool so it's always fun for everyone.

But today I wasn't in a mood for a party, I was tired and I just wanted to sleep all day but I know either way Mingyu is still going to make me go.

an

sorry this was short, I'll promise to write long for the next one (: