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Aftermath

I sat up stiff and tried to keep my own surprise in check as the awkward silence enveloped us.

“T-the teacher sent me to take you back to c-class.” He stuttered as he scampered out of the infirmary.

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Three days, it has been three days since I mixed dream with reality. Jongup doesn’t talk much to me anymore, well, not like we even talk before the incident. For three days, I know he tries his hardest to act like nothing happened, and yet every morning, especially the day after that kiss I was the one who greeted first. Jongup greets back in a stutter. He’d become tense and his gaze would fly to me, all shifty even in the rare occasions that I try to help him during class or any random moment where he gets himself in trouble with the females.

“Zelo,” I uttered bluntly and crouched across my pink haired friend, who settled himself leaning against the wall.

“No.” was his immediate answer.

“I didn’t even say anything,” my brows furrowed.

“I know what you want and it’s still a no.” I jut my plump lower lip. “Daehyun, no.” his voice became sterner. I sighed and coughed up a hair spray color and placed it in the ground between us. “Still no.”

“Come on Zelo, we’re friends so why don’t we exercise our benefits.”

The other student, and most probably a senior, coughed out involuntarily. I tilted my head with a smirk playing on my mouth, giving him a suggestive appraisal.

“So, you play with him and you don’t play with me?” I pouted. Zelo’s eyes went wide.

“Dae, shut up!” his cheeks going slight flush pink from embarrassment. “Even if Yongguk hyung and I play it’s a different and isn’t morally offensive sort unlike what you want us to do!” I sighed. “Go get yourself a gigolo!”

“You’ll lend me money?”

“No,” was the indignant reply. “Besides who said you go get some high maintenance whore, don’t be choosy. You know where to pick some sluts that would even blow for meal money.”

“And have myself susceptible to god knows how many STDs.”

“Manwhore, regular whore. Streetside, high maintenance. What’s the difference?”

“The percentage of me contacting them.”

And we went on with our outrageous bickering although a simple, normal yet is strictly in need of parental guidance because of the obscenity of the language content in our conversation. Fortunately, we were well hidden. I know where we were, this was where Zelo sneak up to escape the Disciplinary Committee’s punishment and I’m sure this guy, Yongguk, gave him the tip. Although him being in violet hair was a bit surprising, probably he used the same hair spray I’m offering Zelo now that’s why he can calmly enter the school and look like a good role model.

“Just bang him up.” Yongguk finally said something and both mine and Zelo’s head turns to him.

“I may want to own him but I don’t want to be hated,” I emphasized. He huffed. Then as if another idea hit me I turned to him. “Then how about you and me, have it a go?”

He cocked a brow up from amusement and a bit of surprise. “I only top.” Now it was my turn to huff as I slowly stood up with a pout and headed for the entrance/exit known only to a chosen few, probably just the three of us and the senior before Yongguk, who most likely graduated already.