nepenthe | yuwin

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dif·fer·ent
[ˈdif(ə)rənt]
adjective

not the same as another or each other; unlike in nature, form, or quality.

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"sicheeeeeeeeng!" a shout was heard across the room.

sicheng, who newly arrived knew it was yuta, the only guy that ever get to have a formal conversation with him.

"yuta, you want to be friends with that chinese loser?" a girl with her annoying squeaky voice said towards yuta as sicheng sat beside him.

a lopsided grin appeared in his face, as if taunting.

"ah, racist are we?" he spat.

"you're new here, how could you say that!" another girl squeaked.

"you're seniors? whatever" he chuckled, "respect is earned"

"you see!" the first girl, whatever-her-name-was pointed sicheng with much rage, "hanging out with you is a disease! loser!"

"you shouldn't hang out with a loser, yuta. you'd regret it."

that made yuta stand up this time.

tensed. everything was tensed.

"if sicheng would be the standard of a loser, how low could you be?" yuta snapped making sicheng shock.

the chinese held onto the hem of yuta's uniform, squeezing it lightly.

yuta's hands found its way to sicheng's wrist, gripping it tightly as he dragged the younger outside their classroom.

"and, oh? you should know how to put proper make-up. you know? you might be hired in a circus as clown" yuta spat for the last time, the girls was in disbelief and yuta won this round.

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the confused chinese and the fuming mad japanese went outside their classroom-great what a perfect combination.

"what did you just do?" it wasn't a question, more like complaint of some kind.

"did you see their faces?" he chuckled making sicheng laugh too.

"yeah, bit funny"

"let's skip classes" yuta said looking worriedly at sicheng.

"we are screwed, this is not -" sicheng fidgeted only stopping when yuta held his hand.

"just this once" yuta said, "please?" he added.

sicheng looked at him, "there's always a first time in everything" he thought to himself.

"pretty please?" yuta asked once more getting sicheng to smile again as he said "okay.....and thank you for earlier"

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yuta was forcing sicheng to go with him in the cinema making the chinese frustrated and annoyed.

"what about a movie marathon in my house?" sicheng sighed making yuta flash his brightest smile.

it was a short walk, sicheng's house was apartment like. The building has approximately 20 floors or more and it was gleaming with simplicity.

"It's not that much, don't expect anything, okay?" sicheng said as they entered.

the elevator ride was boring and quiet but enough for yuta to appreciate sicheng in close distance.

they arrived at room 127, sicheng opening the door with a bit struggle in the keys.

It wasn't small neither big. it was perfect for them. as you enter you get to see a little table that can hold 4 persons, in the left side of the table was the sink, there was a ref, a sofa for 2 and a pastel blue door and a white plain door.

yuta was delighted, it was quite nice.

"that's my room you can go in, i'll just go to to the bathroom" sicheng said as he pointed the pastel blue door and entered the white door.

yuta on the other hand was alone, thinking twice if he should enter or not.

he opened the door slowly making it creak. as soon as he entered he just stood there admiring the boy's room.

the color blue was standing out, there was a king sized bed with a cute bedsheet, beside the bed was a little cabinet, and on top of it was a lampshade, a study table with a variety of colored pens scattered and gadgets that just laid there, a closet, a little bookshelf with various school books and novels, and boxes, many different colored and sized boxes under sicheng's bed.

yuta just stood there, he thought it was rude if he did something without the boy's permission.

meanwhile, the chinese was into comfort room looking at his own reflection.

"what did you just do?" he whispered to himself.

yuta was the first person to be with him like this, he hated socializing and he was a diligent student.

he thought that maybe he started to see yuta differently.

a/n
this is like the chapter I edited the most ;-;

to be continued..