halo; samo fanfic

crisis blues🥏

"what, so, she actually left you there after you said one single thing?" jeongyeon said.

i went to jeongyeon's flat after i finally felt the need to leave the motel. she's always listened to my needs and whatever i was feeling the most.
"what. a. bitch." she said with a stone-cold exterior

"she's not a bitch!" i replied, "maybe i just need to understand her a bit more but...."
"but she isn't putting the effort in?" jeongyeon finished

"yeah....."
i let a silence break in, i was on jeongyeon's sofa and was wrapped in her blanket as she made me hot tea.

she brewed the tea, and left the mug into my hands.
"careful, it's hot." she cautioned me

the burning stinging flung in my hands!
"like momo."
jeongyeon rolled her eyes at my playfulness.

"god!! why can't this momo girl listen to me! she told me to text her in a few days. but i can't live without her without seeing her in a day. but it's okay for her, i mean she's basic and popular and she gets love letters every day."

jeongyeon sat down, and listened to me rant all night until i felt the want to sleep.
jeongyeon's nice, she listens to me for once in everybody. she makes me food sometimes and she lets me sleep over in her house anytime. anyone would be lucky to have her.

"hey jeongyeon, don't you have anyone you like?" i questioned

"kind of." she looked away.
"what're they like? clean?" i joked
she rolled her eyes and said,
"who knows."
i felt the morning dawn on me, and my eyes closed in angry blitz.

//morning. december 30th

the smell of sweet coffee roast awoken me, the aroma was everywhere. jeongyeon presented me with coffee and toast.
"thank, you~~" i slurred.
i ate, i had to leave today. back to school, back to seeing momo, back to everything.

i entered school. the freshly echo of voices and voices huddling together and fights that happened days ago.
the walls were a blank canvas, and the people there were a mix of good and bad.
i walk to my first class, i smelt the smell of weed from some.
i sat there quietly, waiting for my friends to come in.

finally, everyone was here. except from momo.
art started fine, and we were learning techniques in brushes. it was already half way into the lesson.

the door penetratingly creaks, and the new aroma of strawberries and cigarettes seaps in.

"h sorry im late, Mr..."

"Mr Jung." he corrected, "You have a late detention, come to the middle immediately. We're learning techniques in a brush."

some of the class snickered at momo, but they were friends with her in a way.
i mouthed to her and she definitely saw it ,
" are you okay ? ".

i g n o r e d.

she stood the polar opposite of where i stood in the classroom, she was trying to avoid me.
is this how it's going to be for now?