my jewel ; junhao

t w o ; minghao

    I hate Mingyu. That asshole can't keep his fanged mouth shut for two seconds. I can't believe he told Junhui about my grades. I had been keeping them consistent after he stopped tutoring me, but they started falling apart. I would scramble to find the time to finish a huge paper after spending too much time on the other homework I was assigned.

    I guess I can't hate Mingyu; maybe I should be thankful that he was the one to tell Junhui. He knows about my feelings for him and I guess he wanted to play cupid. In all honesty I don't think I'm the one who needs his matchmaking skills, but that's beside the point. He knows I like him and he knows that my grades are slipping so . . . two birds, one stone.

    Junhui texted me to come over so we could study tonight and, dear lord, I never knew how many clothes I had until the were all spewed across my floor. I should really de-clutter my closet sometime. I find something cute and decide to go with it since I'll be really late if I don't. It's just a plain black t-shirt that I stitched cool patches on to paired with gray sweatpants and athletic shoes. The entire way there I think, it's been so long . . . I'm excited.

    I knock on his door and wait for him to open it. I only wait for at most a minute when Junhui opens the door, a smile plastered on his face. He's always had such a cute smile. He looks nice; his hair looks brushed but still a little messy, he also has gray sweatpants on, though his are darker than mine, and . . . a loose shirt that shows off his Jewel and chest when he bends over. Guilt rushes through me.

    "Come in! I tried to clean last minute, so sorry if it doesn't look that great," he says as his smile turns sheepish.

    "It's fine," I reply while stepping inside after taking my shoes off. His dorm is simple, not flashy but still expensive looking. I never thought he'd be a minimalist, I think as I sit down on the stark white couch in his beautiful living room.

"Did you decorate yourself?" I ask. I don't mean to sound rude when I say this, but I never really thought he'd be good at interior design. "No offense, but you don't seem very good at decorating."

"Oh, definitely not!" he quickly says. "My mom bought all this stuff and then told me what to do with it. Jeonghan tried helping as well. He's the one who got the pretty fairy lights. I could never be so good at this kind of thing."

Silence fills the space between us. I break it by saying, "So what should we start with?"

"Whatever you want. This is your personal study time, right? Do whatever you need to do!" He flashes his cute smile at me. I nod and take out my math textbook.

"I'm really behind in math, so I'd like to start there." I've never been good at math. One look at numbers and I wanna throw up. Math is honestly quite stupid. Everyone should know basics, yes, but when in my life will I ever need to know the vertex point of something? If I get the career I want I won't have to, yet here I am, still slaving away on my homework.

"Oh, I love this stuff! I'm super good at math so you don't have to worry," Junhui says excitedly. He's always been so freaking cute. "Basically you just have to . . ." I stop paying attention to him when he dips over, showing off his Jewel. His Jewel that just happens to be the same as mine.

He waves his hand in front of my face before saying, "Hey, my eyes are up here, asshole." He's smiling cheekily, telling me he's only joking.

I laugh a little. "Sorry, it's just . . . your Jewel was, uh, out," I explain.

"Oh! Sorry, does that kind of thing make you uncomfortable? I'll wear higher collared shirts when you come over."

"No, it's fine, it's your dorm room." It feels awkward between us now. "Y-your Jewel is really pretty," I say, hoping to lighten the heavy silence.