Forty Two • h.js

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"So... you and Hyunjin huh" I mutter.

It was another random school day, a week or so after my first encounter with Hyunjin.

To say that lunch felt awkward was an understatement. There was always some odd tension around the lunch table whenever Hyunjin and I sat on either side of you and I honestly didn't know how you ate lunch so happily.

Either you were dense or just chose to ignore the problem.

"Please don't tell me that you think we're dating too. Everyone's been asking me about it" You mutter before banging your head on the table.

"YAH! DON'T DO THAT" I say too quickly before lifting your head and checking if your forehead got a bruise.

"It's fine Han Jisung I do that often"

"So I've noticed"

There's a short pause before you suddenly speak. "Anyway... Hwang Hyunjin and I... are just friends"

"But he likes you right?"

"But I don't like him in that way"

"Why?... He seems... okay"

The words seemed forced.

When you remain silent, I turn to face you to see you staring at your desk before you turn to face me as well.

"Well... Hwang Hyunjin's way up there-" As you speak, you level your hand above your head. "-While I'm... I'm here" You place your hand down.

"Hwang Hyunjin should find someone at his legue"

"I think it's the other way around"

"What?"

You blink once. Twice.

"What do you mea-"

"I mean you deserve someone better"

Your eyes go wide at my words.
"Han Jisu-"

"-Alright! Good morning class!"
The teacher walked in and class begun.

Eversince second year started, on most days, we'd have little talks like those while waiting for the teacher to walk in.

Those were on most days.
Other days, we wouldn't even glance to each other. And although it made me sad, those were the days wherein either you or I experienced something bad at home.

So I understood.

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The first quarter had just ended.
I ranked second while you ranked third.

As my friends and I headed over to the table where we always sat, we noticed Hyunjin pestering you about something once again.

"I wonder what he's up to now"

Felix says, shaking his head at the thought.

"Hyunjin I swear! It's fine!"

"y/n! We need to take you to a hospital! Or atleast the school clinic"

"Hyunjin I swear it's- Oh. Hi Han Jisung" You say with a small smile before suddenly rolling the sleeves of your jacket down.

Shit.

As we locked eyes, it was as if I already knew the whole story. Shit happened at home. Hyunjin saw it. And now you were stuck trying to make excuses as to why it happened and also as to why you didn't need to see a doctor.

"Hey. I think I left something... y/n come with me to get it"

"What y/n needs right now is to go to  a damn doctor not-"

"-Sure Jisung! Let's go!"

Before Hyunjin could even finish his statement, you already got up and dragged me out of the cafeteria.

"Thanks buddy!" You whisper joked, flashing me a smile as you clung onto my arm.

How could you smile like that when you're hurting?

"Let's go" I suddenly mutter, holding your hand in mine and dragging you off.

"Where?"

"To get your wounds treated"

You stop dead in your tracks and shrug my hand off. "Not you too" You say with a little glare when I turn to face you.

If only you knew how much I was holding back right now.
I told myself that I'd never side or agree with Hyunjin but I've never seen him that upset.
It must've meant that your wounds were that bad.

And right now I wanted to do nothing more than check your wounds and rush you to the nearest clinic.

But I know you'd hate me. So I took a deep breath, and tried my best to flash a smile.

"I'm not taking you to a clinic or anything. My bag has a first aid ki-"

"-Jisung I'm fine!"

"y/n please"

You remained silent for a moment. I could still see the hesitation and sudden anger on your face.

"For Hyunjin... for me"

"Fine. You win this round Han Jisung"