Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 35

I'm sorry about removing the names of who I thank it's just wattpad isn't letting me do that...

Enjoy!!

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JONGHYUN:

Isaac and Kris and I spread out around the table. Something seems to be bothering Isaac, I think he's brooding over yesterdays street check so I leave him be. Kris seems to be thinking over something as well... probably Hannah, seeing as he was with her yesterday.

"Hyeong (Bro)... you okay?" I question

"Hmmm" the non-commital response is just his way of acknowledging he heard but either doesn't want to answer, will say something in a while or that he can't be bothered.

"How's sweet cheeks doing?" I bug him, not having anything better to do.

"Don't call her that.... of all nicknames you could choose, you find some of the worst ones."

"What sweet cheeks? But I like calling her sweet cheeks and I don't think sweet cheeks minds." I ask smiling at Kris's annoyance.

He takes a deep breath, I see his lip twitch in a very small, very quick smile and find myself clapping.

"And he smiles!" I announce to the confused student body that have all turned their full attention to us. They constantly have their eyes on our table but never pay full attention till they get a chance. Probably because Kris responds by giving anyone who focuses too long our way a very long, very uncomfortable stare.

That's me saying this from experience. His reason being, and I quote: 'So the shit heads know how it feels when they do it.' Not that it actually makes us uncomfortable- we're used to the spot light. He just hates people looking for some gossip... Actually Kris hates pretty much everything in this school.

Kris sends a quick jab aimed at my nose and I bat it away by reflex. He chuckles bringing a left hook, aimed to lightly graze my cheek but I pull my head back just before it makes contact taking hold of his fist and lacing my fingers through.

He hates it when I act coupley with him. Thinks I'm feeding the 'fakes' but I can't help it. His hate towards it makes it that much more entertaining. Now don't take me wrong- I am very much straight... as is Kris.

"You should take more care of your hands sweetie." I say in a sing song voice almost catching him off guard. It's almost impossible to see him let his guard down.

He smirks "Never took you to be the type of person with a hand fetish."

I let out a laugh at his response. The ghost of a smile hovers around his mouth even though he yanks his hand back.

I see Krystal enter the dining hall from the corner of my eye. She saunters in sporting a check shirt, black skinnies and a beanie, a huge overcoat in her hands. As soon as she's close enough I grab her hand, pulling her towards me so she can sit beside me.

Not expecting me to have grabbed her she stumbles into my lap. Her eyes widen as she jumps up but before she even has the chance to yell at me or do anything I push her into the seat beside me. A smirk stuck on my face.