askuroppa

Skills

There he is again, standing by the gate alone. He always does this, and you have no idea why since you cannot just go up to him and casually ask him if he is waiting for someone and maybe if you're bold enough you can ask if that someone is you.

Besides, before you get to take another glance apart from the distracting random noises in front of you, the students from your and other courses are always scurrying past you thus sending you literally out of his league and him already out of your sight.

Well shit, nothing to muse to the day like always, then.

*

The two of Junmyeon and Sehun cough a little after the burst of laughter from the scene they witnessed and, again, you fall for the way his eyes almost disappear under the creases of their lids, and the way he grins oh so leery. You do realise that you're half–grinning yourself, and may look stupider than Park Chanyeol when he straight up walked against Sehun's sudden pointing–finger hand that one time . . .

Yet all that matters to you is the way Junmyeon never holds back his expression and genuinely shows what he feels right away.

Can you imagine those cute cute round cheeks that turn red every time he blushes and that upper line of teeth sort of protruding when he bites back his lips and excitement and the way his hums sound like buzzes and the way he actually fakes some stupid laugh that sounds like he just cracks a thirteen pound worth of joke?

'What a selfishly handsome bastard.'

'Ya,' you feel a thud at the back of your head. Sehun is snapping his fingers, and it's downright in your face as you turn around. 'What did you just call Junmyeon Hyeong?'

You freeze. 'Nothing?' You didn't call him anything.

Junmyeon is sort of glaring at you with this gaze you never want any boyfriend material to give you. He has his arms crossing upon his chest. (You manage to doubt it inside your head if he's either cold or really mad at you. But if he was mad – for what, in the first place? It's only a quick gawking . . .) Behind him is the infamous Kim Jongdae, lowering the black mask covering half his face from earlier, also staring at you.

'You called him a bastard, didn't you?' Chanyeol looks back and forth between you and Junmyeon. He has his brows knitting in concern.

And then suddenly you realise it was quiet even before you said something.

You extend your jaw a little too forwards it feels hideous to you and everyone looking, but it doesn't matter. It was supposed to be a whisper but somehow Nosy Sehuni and Big Ears (no puns intended) Chanyeol overheard only the last word.

'Ya, this girl . . .' Baekhyun is openly saying things behind you to his hyeong, but that doesn't change the fact that Junmyeon believes all of them. Well. Junmyeon should well turn into a bastard and publically shame and roast you right then and there because you have no time to wonder.

This is all such a waste of time. Males can be a waste of time.

'Are you going to say something or not?'

You blink at Junmyeon's accusation. But then frown. 'No?'

'Then leave us alone.' Junmyeon rolls his eyes and gives a nod to his friends. He leads the way, walking past you and your eyes that enlarge after he sort of lay you off.

You make a face behind his back, and don't even give a shit if Sehun sees it because yeah, fuck him and his pride, dismissing you like you're some dust on his broad, expensive shoulder pad whatever.

*

Where are you?