unloving joshua hong; jihan/jeongcheol

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"I'm fine, I guess. Prof's not here yet."

I bit my lip as I texted Joshua back. My phone beeped with a message again, but I was not able to look at it because the professor already came.

"Morning," he greeted in a monotonous tone, "I'm Song Yongjoon and I'll be teaching you Renaissance History for the whole semester."

Mr Song announced that his class was composed of painting, sculpture, drawing, and instrument majors due to low rate of freshman enrolees of the music and fine arts department that school year; I looked around and noticed that we were barely even forty.

"Rule number one, I don't wanna see you huddling at the back when there are vacant seats in front, understood?" the professor said.

We all nodded and occupied the seats in front. From the fifth row, I came to the third which was the same row as the thug trio. I sat beside the man with deep voice and he smiled at me.

The professor continued with his rules such as no eating in class and no talking to your seatmates. Mr Song then asked everyone to introduce themselves, starting from the girl who sat on the rightmost of the first row.

"Yo, everyone!" the energetic Kim Mingyu started our row, "I'm Kim Mingyu, Drum Major."

"Choi Seungcheol," said the man whom I hit foreheads with, "Music theory and Composition Major."

"My name's Jeon Wonwoo," the man on my right said, "majoring in guitar."

"I'm Yoon Jeonghan," I said, "Painting Major."

The introduction went on until the last two students in the fifth row and we were dismissed. I put on my grey backpack and looked for the room of my next class.

After Basic Geometry and Drawing, I finally unlocked my phone and read my best friend's text message.

'See you at lunch, 'kay? I'll be waiting at the cafeteria by noon.'

I slipped my hand phone through my pocket and rushed to the main building's cafeteria. I scanned the room for Joshua and he waved at me when our eyes met. Joshua Hong was sitting with a man, possibly a newly found friend from the same program.

"Yo," I greeted and looked at my wristwatch, "sorry I'm six minutes late." I then sat across them.

"It's fine, silly. Oh, and I already bought your lunch." Joshua giggled and gave me two packs of melon bread and a juice carton, "the melon bread was almost sold out so I got them asap because I know you love 'em."

"Oh, thanks." I opened the pack and munched on the bread, trying hard not to blush. Shit, my beating heart, please don't betray me right now.

"you're welcome, Han," he smiled then turned to the man beside him, "oh, this is my best friend, Yoon Jeonghan, the one I told you about."

"Nice to meet you," the foreign man greeted, "I'm Chwe Hansol."

"Nice to meet you, too," you bastard, aren't you sitting too close to my Shua?!

"He's a friend from when our family had vacations in US. They finally settled here in Korea when we were in high school and right now, Hansol's my classmate in all of my courses," Joshua explained, "it would be nice if we're friends with each other's friends, right, Han?"

I nodded and we continued having our lunch. After finishing my second melon bread, we chatted for a bit until someone suddenly hit Chwe Hansol's back that he almost choked on his ramyeon.

"Ya!" Choi Seungcheol raised his voice on Chwe Hansol, "why the hell are you sitting here?!"

"Ya!" I stood up and hit his arm, "what the hell is wrong with you, Choi Seungcheol?! Hansol's sitting there so you and your thug pals should sit somewhere else!"

"Thug pals?!" Choi Seungcheol raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, wait," Hansol chuckled, "you guys know each other?"

"Huh?" I looked confused, "well, I'm classmates with this punk in Renaissance History."

"Whoa, cool!" the foreign man exclaimed, "well, this punk right here is my friend, and his thug pals and I are in a band."

"Oh, I, I'm sorry," I felt my cheeks blush because of embarrassment.

Choi Seungcheol clicked his tongue, "Ya, Hansol, how did you know this sissy?!"

"Could you please stop with that rude tongue of yours?" Joshua furrowed his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Choi Seungcheol wrapped his arms around his chest, "and who the fuck are you?"

"Ya!" I hit him again.

Seungcheol clicked his tongue and grabbed my wrist, "Stop hitting me, you bitch!"

"What did you ca--?!" before I could finish my retort, Joshua Hong removed Seungcheol's grip and pulled me to his side.

"Hansol-ah, catch you later?" Joshua turned to his friend and Chwe Hansol nodded.

With Joshua Hong's hand still holding mine, we went out of the cafeteria. I noticed his face, and I was so sure that he was angry. Joshua was never a fan of words like 'bitch' and 'fuck'; he must have been pretty pissed at that punk Choi Seungcheol.

"Uhmm..." I mumbled, as I looked at our hands that were linked while we continued walking out the main building.

"Oh," he pulled away and scratched his head, "I'm sorry."

"I-it's fine." I faked a chuckle.

"Ugh!" he snapped, "I can't believe he called you that!"

I giggled, "you mean bitch?"

"Yeah, that!" he grunted and tapped my lips lightly, "and didn't I tell you that you're not allowed to say those words? Tsk."

"Fine, fine," I bobbed my head, "Yes, Father Hong."

"Aish, this kid!" Joshua ruffled my hair. I swear my heart's about to pop!

I gulped as our eyes met after he made a mess out of my bob cut hair and pulled away.

"Ya!" I combed my hair with my fingers, "it's hard to put this in place, yaknow?!"

"Yeah," Joshua giggled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Whatever, Shua," I made a face, trying to hide how giddy I felt, "anyway, I gotta go to my next class now, it's gonna start in about eight minutes."

"Sure," he smiled.

I turned around and waved my right hand for a 'bye'.