i walk nervously to school, hoping not to bump to wonshik any way possible.
i clutched my bag, fast walking.
until i reached the gates of the school to the classroom, cleared.
he was already there sitting, but he was infront sitting infront of my chair.
fuck, i forgot we were seatmates.
it was impossible for him not to talk to me or even smile at me, i was sweating.
until a 'saviour' came to the 'rescue', hangyeom.
he clung his arm in my shoulder and pushed me to my seat, but as we pass by wonshik, he smiled, but that made me look at it clearer.
he had a bruise.
a big one, i should say.
i could tell it was a very hard punch.
i was concerned, of course, after all, he tried to hide it.
i was more than curious, of who and why he got the punch.
so i set aside the plan and tapped him with a pen.
he hurriedly looked back at me, and smiled.
"why?" he smiled, still trying to cover his face.
"stop hiding and tell me."
"tell you what?" he avoided glances at me, but i just glared at him.
"spill." i told him and removed his hand away from his mouth, making me have a small interaction with his lips which made me shiver.
fuck that's hot.
i shrugged and focused on his story.
but then got nothing.
then decided to proceed in my plan.
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he keeps poking me, while i talk to hangyeom. it was quite amusing though, he's so cute.
while on hangyeom's part, i missed him.
but the 'miss' that's just between friends. we have talked about lots and laughed with it too.
i can sincerely say that he also missed me. it was the first time we talked like this, which made my wonshik thoughts fade away, bit by bit.
if he didn't poke me all throughout the day until going to my house.
he was like a kid that was so lost. he kept poking, pulling my sleeve, and pouting.
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i-- i mean we, together with hangyeom, walked home.
"thank you very much for walking me home," i smiled at hangyeom and looked at wonshik, who is still pouting. "and you." i jokingly faked a smile and went to see hangyeom walk in the street. but before he fully left, he gestured a salute on wonshik, was probably because he knows i dont really talk to peopple im sulking on after maybe a week.
i was nearly closing the door when he stopped me and stomped inside the room to the sofa.
"excuse me?" i asked him but then he held my hand and pulled me to sit with him.
i can't help my heart but flutter and flutter.
"do you like hangyeom that much now?" the mood suddenly changed, he was seriously asking.
"if i say yes, what would it be to you?"
"it would be everything to me."
"huh?" i asked with no intentions of understanding it, and it confuses me a lot.
"i didnt even know i'd be confessing like this.." i heard him mumble, and i froze in my seat.
"i like you! i like you a lot, hyerin. please stop hanging out with hangyeom." he said quickly, but then got into my senses after.
"aren't you using that as an excuse for me to avoid hangyeom and talk to you? if you are, stop, its not funny."
"i do really like you. hyerin." after second of staring at him, i almost believed that he was sincere with his words.
until he bursted out laughing.
"you should have seen the look on your face!" he pointed at me, who's nearly on the void of crying.
he continues on laughing, and i really can't handle it already.
"leave." i told him sternly, not laying an eye on him. he stopped on laughing and his smile slowly faded away.
"hyerin?" he tried consoling me, while i try to hold in my tears.
but myself didn't even lose to myself, my tears just went and went.
"you're crying? why? because i teased you?" he almost laughed, again.
what a douche.
"i think i made myself clear, wonshik. leave."
he stopped again and looked at me, pity in his eyes.
"sorry, hyerin." he said as he walked out of the door, and me closing it right after-- leaning on it, crying.
