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"Are you hungry?"
When I finally returned frommy adventures of finding Donghyuck, the Court was empty. Aside from the boy lazying beside my bag, that is.
"Very. I spent all my energy and brain power recalling wise Frozen 2 quotes," I sighed, flopping flat beside him.
The corners of Sicheng's lips quirked up in amusement, "Did you use the Olaf one? About how things will all make sense when we get older?"
"I wanted to!" I groaned, burying my face into my hands, "But it didn't fit the occasion and I didn't want to sour the mood."
"It's fine, you'll get more chances to use it in the future," he said comfortingly, rubbing shapes onto my upper arm, "Hopefully in better scenarios."
One scary thing I both loved and hated about Sicheng was how much he trusted the soundness of my decisions. He treated me as an individual with an actual idea and reasoning behind my actions, so he had never once questioned them. Even supported most as if they weren't completely whack. Which was why it didn't really come through as a surprise when he had full-heartedly supported my rash decision of finding Donghyuck despite everyone's protests.
"Coach called me into the office today," he informed me absently.
My breath hitched. Coach Lee got everything done up? Didn't know he was that efficient of a worker. Man should get a pay-raise.
"Turns out that man didn't know of half my accomplishments, i'm a little offended."
Oh. Forget the pay-raise then.
I couldn't help the grin that tugged at my lips, "Just a little?"
"Okay, maybe a little more than that-" he caught my arched brow look and threw his hands up in a surrender, "Fine, fine! I'm big-time offended. All caps. I hate you."
"Why are you booing? I'm not doing anything wrong," I said as innocently as I could.
The boy chucked his bottle at me.
"In all seriousness, did he mention anything else?" I sobered up, barely managing to catch his solid throw before I got smacked in the face.
The boy's eyes said it all.
Of course he did.
"I figured it was something personal," he said softly, searching my eyes with his own, "Take your time. If you want to talk, I will listen. And I will understand."
His fingers feathered across my jaw, freezing when his thumbs made contact with my cheeks.
"Wait, are you crying?"
Fifty stages of panic flashed across the poor boy's face. It was as if his whole life just flashed in front of his eyes, and quite honestly he looked like he was three seconds to having a complete mental breakdown.
