Despicable! • JUNHAO

PART EIGHT.

「ｍｉｎｇｈａｏ」

Something rumbles in my head when Joshua's face drops once I wave at Junhui.

I can only conclude its satisfaction when I feel the malice in my grin as I walk out.

Poor Joshua.

I don't exactly hate the boy— yet at least. But last weekend, he had denied me control when I needed it most. When I had
             lost it
                               again.

I had gone blind again. I had done it again. And I needed relief. But who are you, Joshua? Why do you get to take that from me, when it was you who decided to fall for me?
It doesn't matter.
     You made your choice.
If you make a wrong move, whatever happens will be on you.

Morning classes had ended 15 minutes ago, and luckily I don't work today. Luckily, I can allow my senses to take over, allow myself to gravitate to Jun.

And just as planned, he sat at a table waiting for me— only he wasn't alone.
The tall boy that had been with him when we met sits next to him, but this shouldn't be much of an issue.
If he knows his place, he'll be safe.

"Hey, Jun! And..?"

"Mingyu." He responds blunt. Arms crossed, he looks at Jun then back at me.

Don't worry, Mingyu, I appreciate your presence just as much as you appreciate mine.

"Well, come on then, Jun! I'm hungry, let's get grub!" I turn around and begin to walk away.

Just as I had hoped, he came up from behind me, welcoming me into his daily life by choosing to accompany me.

Oh, Junhui. Let's eat.

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