platonic ✔ jjp

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"Thanks, Jinyoung. I can handle it from here." Jaebum stepped into the room and saw a few students working on desktop computers or on the whiteboards. It was amusing to him how hard they worked behind the scenes to make sure the students can enjoy their school year.

Keuran went straight over to her desk and offered Jaebum a seat in front of the computer. He complied as she turned on the monitor. "I'm assuming you're here for the website." Jaebum smiled at her. "I was on it the second I got out of assembly. Someone posted a small story about you and Jinyoung."

"What? Why me and him?"

"You two are the hot topic!" She shouted like it was the most obvious thing ever. This caused Jaebum to lean in and read what ever passed his eyes on the screen. "Here it is. My Secret Love featuring JinJae."

Jaebum chuckled at the title. It took him a while to realize what JinJae was but when he did he wasn't quite comfortable anymore. "What a smut?"

Keuran looked at him unimpressed them blew it off afterwards. "You obviously aren't ready for that yet. Let's go look at some pictures."

She scrolled quickly down the page and stopped suddenly on a picture of Jaebum and Jinyoung teasing each other on their bench. He remembered that day all too clearly. Hwaryeong's name was on the screen since she is the one who posted it. The caption read 'I'm in a class with Jaebum after this' and he cringed.

"I think it's adorable," Keuran cooed and continued scrolling. "This one is my favorite! It's fan made."

Jaebum looked at the painting that someone obviously spent a lot of their time on to complete. In the fictional painting, Jaebum was hugging Jinyoung from behind as the younger read a book. Jaebum's throat dried immediately when she liked the picture and went to comment.

But that wasn't the worst part about this situation. The moment she extended the comment section he saw a name that made his blood boil.

Park Junior this is neat! 4 days ago
Nae Rin OMG! HE LIKES MY WORK 5 hours ago

"I hope you don't mind me commenting," Keuran beamed while slapping in some words.

Jaebum could no longer feel Keuran's arm touching his. It was like his entire body went numb and there was nothing no one could do to cheer him up.

His best friend stood in front of him and lied. For what reason? He had no clue. But everything in him was telling him to confront him but he first had to cool off. He had to.

"You alright, Jaebum?" She nudged him a bit and he snapped out of his thoughts. "So I guess we're done here." She closed the tab and pressed the power button before turning to Jaebum. "I didn't think it would make you uncomfortable. It's just a joke site. Nothing too serious."

"Can you send me the link?" Keuran nodded and accepted Jaebum's phone to enter her number. He took it back quickly and stood up from he stool. "Got to get to class. Thanks for the filling me in though."

He bowed to Keuran and a few other girls who squealed at his presence. Jaebum couldn't be more happy to leave the room that made him feel trapped suddenly.

He didn't know how many people were on this website or simply knew about it. He did know he and Jinyoung weren't the only ones being talked about on it but they were the most popular.

In that case if Jinyoung could comment on a post he must have known about the entire page. But he bluntly said he didn't have a clue about it.

Jaebum pulled out his phone and for once he wished he didn't have bars. But his blood was boiling and his thumbs were violently tapping the letters before him. Without hesitation he sent the text before walking down the hall.

—

"I got it!" Jackson squealed as the ball landed right in his hands. "But why are you throwing it so hard?"

"I think me and Jinyoung aren't friends anymore." Jaebum squats down to catch his breath.

Jackson ran over and placed the football down to sit on it. "Why? What happen?"

The two sat in silence before Jaebum reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. After unlocking it and pulling up the messages, Jackson finally had the device in his hand.

He read over it five to seven times then his mouth went slack. "You said all this to him?" Jaebum dropped his head in shame. "Wow. Do you think he read- Wow! I'm in disbelief. I've never known you to say anything like this."

"First I find out about this stupid website from a girl who thinks I'm gay. So I go to my best friend wondering if he also had a clue." Jaebum gathered his breathing before continuing. "You know, so we can laugh about it together. Come to find out he lies to my face."

Jackson handed him back the phone. "You both owe each other an apology. He lied and you took it too far. You probably hurt his feelings."

"I'll apologize after he does." Jaebum stood up and kicked the ball straight from under Jackson's butt. "Now come on and stop being a baby!"

"I'm the baby!? You're the one who almost started crying!" Jaebum pushed past Jackson and ran to their makeshift touch down. "Cheater! You cheated!"

—

Jinyoung zipped his bag up carefully to make sure he didn't damage the project that was inside of it. The teacher then came around to pass out homework and their test grade.

"What'd you get?" Kunpimook hovered over his table the moment the papers landed on Jinyoung's bag. "I kind of copied off you."

"I know you did," Jinyoung smiled. He showed Kunpimook his ninety-eight and the boys grin turned to a frown. "I only missed one."

"It was an A and B test?" Jinyoung nodded slowly. Kunpimook turned to get his test and realized that he truly was an idiot. "Twenty-three..."

Jinyoung attempted to give words of encouragement but the teacher cut him off. "If you aren't happy with your grade then I suggest you stay after for studies to practice for a retake. It'll be the last retake of the semester."

Jinyoung started to translate it for Kunpimook but he was the first one heading to the front to sign up.

Jinyoung got back to his normal activity and turned his phone on since they couldn't be going off during class time. The moment he pressed on Jaebum's contact to let him know he's headed to lunch, a medium size text came through. The first sentence made him want to die.