youngjae.
work lets out.
i immediately get my phone out
to avoid conversation from others.
didn't work out.
"hey youngjae!! how's it going? still writing?"
the overly exaggerated form of jinyoung
speeds up to me.
"hey, jinyoung, what is going on?"
"well, fuck, when you say it like that. bambam decided to have a party. said it was going to be some kind of stupid teenaged coalition with jocks and thots alike. i know you like that one guy on the football team a lot."
"shut up, jinyoung. why don't you fuck me?"
"oh come on, don't be a sour sport! believe in me when i tell you that he's interested! i swear! taehyung! quarterback! interested! these are words that you must heed, my young-jae."
"go away. he is not gay. he fucked around with that one girl from another school. another school! she doesn't even go here!"
"i don't think mean girls is a positive outlook on this situation. look, just think about it, ok? i have to get ready."
he waved goodbye and i stared as he went towards the direction of his house.
i still stood there, pulling out the piece of paper in my pocket and looking at it.
what's the harm?
i get out my phone.
