Lia
As soon as the sound of Jeonghan's footsteps faded away, Jisoo was silent. And I didn't know what to do, if I should hug him or comfort him or say something.
That one hell of an angel screwed up.
"Um.. Jisoo…let's go eat," I say, taking a step forward. His head hung low as he stood still, eyes not leaving the floor.
"Jisoo..?"
"It's alright, you can go eat first," Jisoo flashes me an assuring smile. He tried to sound okay, but of course he wasn't. He was the one who complained about his hunger the whole day and suddenly not wanting to eat means something's off.
I watched as Jisoo left the hallway and exited the cafe, leaving for somewhere. If he even knows where he's even heading to.
My eyes trailed up to Jeonghan who was next to my brother, eating happily. He's so goddamn annoying.
"Where's Jisoo off to?" Seungcheol hyung asks me, stuffing more chicken in his mouth. I shrugged.
"Gone somewhere. Probably to buy something," I mutter, catching a glimpse (if I wasn't mistaken, and I'm sure I wasn't) of Jeonghan smirking like he just won something.
"Hansol, eat." Seungcheol hyung calls, and I quickly told him to shut up and let the kid be. I got up and took a box of the fried chicken, leaving the table.
"Where you goin?" Seungcheol hyung asks, but I ignored his question and walked up to Hansol's table, nudging him by the shoulder. He pulls out one of his earphones amd raises a brow.
"Let's go eat somewhere else," I tell him "I'm sick of this place."
• • • • • •
"You know noona, he's a total jerk."
I laugh at Hansol's words.
"Yah, what's so funny?" Hansol fumes, feeling insulted by my laughter.
"You were insulting him like you're a girl." I laughed again.
Hansol rolled his eyes and popped another piece of chicken into his mouth, "But for real. I hate seeing those two together, getting all comfy in the car and shit. It makes me sick."
"I'm sick of those two too." I sigh. I can't blame Seungcheol hyung if he likes Jeonghan or anything. I just don't like the fact that he's become much more jerkier…if that's even a word.
Hansol tugs my arm, "I heard your argument a while ago."
"Whoa, you did? Your music was on high volume though."
"I was on my way to the toilet and heard you people," He says, swinging his legs "I feel sorry for Jisoo hyung."
True. He doesn't know that we've dated before.
What was I supposed to do then? Tell him that we've dated? Tell him that we've spent almost all the time together before? Of course that would just hurt him even more.
Even so, what Jeonghan said didn't make sense. I wasn't even his anymore, so why does that matter? It doesn't mean that he wins.
"Noona, has Seungcheol hyung talked to Jeonghan about the breakup?" Hansol asks me. Oh yeah. About that...
"He did. Jeonghan didn't really care though."
"I don't understand why he's after you again so desperately after leaving you like shit," Hansol huffs, his expression clearly annoyed "it's not like you're that important, anyway."
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Crestfallen • Jeonghan [2]
Fantasy» crestfallen ˈ(kres(t)ˌfôlən) ; sad, disappointed « [ sequel to fallacy ]