Bad Boyfriend

Prologue: Confession

Blaire Perena admired Kasmir Park the first time he laid his eyes on the latter.

Towering height. Dark, mess of a hair. Chocolate, almond eyes. Straight, pointed nose. Plump, pink lips. Lean physique. God, he's attractive as hell. Kasmir's really popular among the girls, even with the guys in their school. Blaire is certain that not a single person in the campus does not know him, and he is definitely one heck-of-a-lucky guy that he became friends with him. He let his feelings consume him, trying so hard to keep it from everyone, more especially from Kasmir, until one day, he just woke up realizing it is already something more than plain attraction.

He has fallen for him.

Anxious that the time is running out, having a year left before graduation, Blaire finally decides to confess. It's now or never. He thought.

He slowly turns the knob of the condo unit's door where Kasmir lives alone. He peeked a little before coming in. "Kasmir!" he called out.

Someone pinched the skin behind Blaire's neck, so Blaire startles. Kasmir chuckles when the smaller looks at him venomously. "You really are adorable, Blaire," Kasmir says, ruffling the other's hair.

Blaire couldn't think properly, he fumbled as soon as he started to take a step, and he nearly slipped. Good thing Kasmir was there to catch him.

"Hey, be careful. The floor is kinda slippery," Kasmir reminded, as he carefully holds Blaire's thin waist to guide him until they reached a part with a dry surface. "I just mopped."

Blaire felt his heart beating rapidly that anytime soon, it'll just claw out of his chest.

"So, what is you're gon' tell me? Is it so important that you had to bring your ass over here at this hour, baby boy?" Kasmir smirks.

Blaire gulped, miserably failing to ignore the nickname the giant just gave. He felt his throat drying, but he can't turn his back now, or his feelings would haunt him tonight. And then the next night, and then the next next night. It's okay. You can do it, Blaire. He takes a long, deep breath, closes his eyes shut to earn enough confidence, then looks back onto the taller's eyes.

"Kasmir, I-" he trails off, his heart thumping loudly.

"You what?" Kasmir's brows furrowed.

"Don't laugh."

"Hmm?"

"I-I like you," he said, stuttering. He bowed his head a bit to hide his flushed cheeks. "I really like you so much, even before I am yet to be friends with you." After blurting that out, he felt a slight relief. Maybe because of the fact that he has finally spoke bold of his feelings he had been keeping for so long for the guy.

He remained still, waiting for Kasmir to say something, but not even a single word escaped from his lips. Having notice of the silence, Blaire slowly lifts his head up, only to catch a sight of the taller staring down at him with his cold eyes - cold enough to kill all the flying butterflies inside his stomach.

Blaire restrained his voice from shaking. "W-why aren't you saying anything?" he probed, fist balling on his sides as he averts his gaze from Kasmir's cold stare.

He waited a little more, but the taller kept his mouth shut.

It was already too late when it finally hits him.

Blaire knew since then that Kasmir is a fucking player. A notorious one. All he does is play and fuck, and fuck and play. But damn, his simple gestures filled Blaire's hopes that it's still possible for an asshole like Kasmir to like him, even for just a bit. His simple acts of caring meant deeper to him.