3005 ; changki ◑

t|hree

song : Charlemagne by Blossoms
(A bop.)

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Lim Changkyun

By the time the final bell rang, the news about the fight had spread like a wildfire in the middle of august, earning me stares & not-so-quiet comments from other students.
They ranged; some were kind, claiming Minjae had no reason to pick on somebody half his size, others saying I had an advantage since I was far lankier than him. Some said that it was uncalled for, some said that I deserved it.

That was beyond the point, however. The most stressful part was being under the close eye of everybody, especially with two fading bruises on show. It wasn't like I could forget them either, since each teacher had decided to come and ask me if everything was okay.

Needless to say, by the time the end of the day came around, I was more than eager to leave and crawl under the safety of my duvet. I quickly made my way down the stairs and out through the main double doors into the ground floor, passing another set of doors leading outside where Jooheon was sat by the benches with a couple other guys.
His smile grew as I approached him. "My wife! We should probably be on our way."

"Yes, please," I said quietly after bowing to the other two boys. "I can't stand to be here another second."

"Is everything okay?" He asked, concern laced in his voice.

I nodded quickly. "Let's just go quickly, before I have a panic attack."

Quickly, he bid his goodbyes to the pair and we were off, walking very slowly. After we turned the corner away from the school, he linked his arm into mine. "What's wrong?"

"Everybody's talking about it. The fight."

"I think it's just because it's quite recent, something will happen this week- I don't know, make-ups, break-ups, a senior will murder a teacher, whatever. But my point is, something will happen and this will be forgotten about soon enough." He gave me a quick side hug.

"You're right." I sighed defeatedly and he nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket. "How's Hoseok?"

"He's ill, but he insists on seeing me. I refuse to kiss him whilst he's a walking flu petri dish." My best friend crossed his arms.

I chuckled. "Maybe he just wants to be held."

"He can hold my left nut! I wasn't made for these things!" He exclaimed in attempt to hide how flustered he'd become, his cheeks a deep crimson.

"You like cuddling too! Remember when-"

"Stay pretty & quiet and I'll buy you coffee."

"Yes, sir," Like promised, I held my peace until he passed me an iced americano. "thank you. But go see him, maybe he wants to talk."

"But I don't want to talk." He shook his head.

"I mean, you guys get along perfectly fine under the covers, maybe it will be just as great you know, on top of them..?"

"Oh it's great everywhere, but that isn't the point," I gagged at his words, pushing the gate leading into the park. "commitment is scary."