Wobaozhewo
Pairing: Blohyuk
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Mutagens, OR Why the Fuck Hasn't He Called!?
Hyukjae's glasses slid down his nose as he bent over his textbook.
He hadn't memorized the key terms for the Genetics quiz taking place in... less than an hour!? Hyukjae groaned, his forehead landing on a picture of mating fruit flies.
Causes of mutations were the furthest thing from his mind right then.
Mutagens... mutagens... Why hasn't he called me... No! Focus! He growled out loud, completely restless, listless, out of sorts and unfocused. His eyes glazed over in class, outside of class, studying, not studying—and he'd been like this since Sunday night. Hyukjae didn't have time for this.
It'd been nearly a week (okay, maybe just four days) since... since. And Tablo hadn't called him.
Hyukjae had NOT been a mindless mess on Monday fretting over if his phone was broken or if some highly improbable accident had caused Tablo to be unable to contact him for a date. Or just to hang out, if 'date' was too committal. Or even just to say hi. A hi would've been nice.
He banged his head repeatedly on his well-worn book, half in frustration at his inability to concentrate, and half in hopes of beating the material into his brain. He was a Biology major. He did NOT have the time to moon over guys that didn't call after one night of awesome—
One night? Oh, god. Was he a one-night stand? Was that what it was?
Hyukjae continued banging his head, muttering, "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." over and over until tears stung at his eyes, threatening to keep him from being able to see his text, nonetheless study it.
"Yes. You are stupid. What are you doing?" came Sungmin's incredulous tone.
His head thudded to a stop, a hand secretly reaching under his glasses to sweep away any trace of tears. "Can't focus," he answered shortly to his roommate.
"Thinkin' 'bout that rapper?"
Hyukjae shot up. "How'd you—"
"Donghee knows Donghae," interrupted Sungmin, a knowing look in his eyes as he took the seat across. "And Jongwoon said he saw you at the party, too. Said he was fucking shocked and something about how he didn't think he'd live to see a Bio major get some action on this campus and have it be you of all people," he hummed, head propped on an arm.
"Th-they were there?"
"Didn't you know? They both do performances for the party so they have ins. In any case, if he doesn't call you, why don't you call him? Wouldn't hurt, would it?"
Hyukjae averted his gaze, adjusting his lenses to their proper place. His fingers dropped subconsciously to his book to play with the edge of the pages. "N-nah," he said, his smile taut and forcing its way to his eyes, "it was just a one-night thing. I probably won't ever see him again, so it's not really worth the trouble."
Sungmin frowned, putting on the face of a concerned parent – a look he wore often where it concerned Hyukjae, but it was usually unnecessary. This moment notwithstanding, Hyukjae assured himself.
"Are you explaining to convince me?" Sungmin asked. "Or yourself? 'Cause either way, it's not working." He spoke carefully, "You should just call him."
"No!" he cried, abruptly standing before he realized what he was doing. "I mean, no." He sat back down. "I-I need to study," Hyukjae said softly, quietly gathering his things to go into the building. "I'll see you back at the apartment."
Before Sungmin could get another word in, he rushed off, away from the bright sunshine of the park, away from his anxieties.
Once he reached the safety of his classroom, Hyukjae cracked open his book for the umpteenth time, hoping that some miracle would happen and he would be able to focus.
Mutagens... What are mutagens... Causes of induced mutation... A one-night stand—Dammit.
He knew he wouldn't be able to pass this quiz.
TBC...
