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the day went as soon as it came, the giant clock in the courtyard ringing throughout the campus. students filed out of the school gates, talking and laughing with each other like normal. the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and cherry blossoms graced the courtyard. today seemed like the perfect spring day. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ but for yeosang, today couldn't have been more of the opposite.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 'let's recap', the younger thought to himself as he input his locker combination, 'i barely got any sleep, i woke up late, my book bag ripped open, and seonghwa and hongjoong...'
yeosang sighed, shaking his head as he began stuffing his books and papers into his newly sewn together bookbag (complementary to the sewing club. it's amazing what popularity can do for you in this school, he thought to himself.) what he had witnessed in the hallway earlier today still didn't sit right with him. he knew that he shouldn't meddle in other people's business, but the vision of seonghwa was a recurring image in his head.
he desperately just wanted to go home and relax; take a nap, play some APEX, or maybe watch some youtube or netflix with a nice bowl of ramen.
'yeah, that sounds good.' yeosang smiled to himself, zipping his book bag closed as he looked up, going to close his locker door.
but another hand did it for him.
the locker door slammed shut in yeosang's face, causing him to flinch back and draw his fists to his chest. he blinked a couple times before turning his head, making eye contact with the owner of the hand. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
"hi sangie." san smiled. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
the bewilderment on yeosang's face remained for a couple seconds, still surveying san's hand on his locker door. he lowered his arms, slowly picking up his bookbag and keeping his eyes on the senior.
"hi san."
"wanna walk home together? we haven't done it in a while."
yeosang slung his book bag over his shoulder, turning away from san and looking ahead.
"sorry san, i already told wooyoung i was gonna walk home with him today." the junior clutched the strap on his shoulder, starting to walk towards the doors, "maybe next time-"
san reached out, a quick hand gripped the other's top grab handle. yeosang stopped him abruptly, turning to face san with furrowed eyebrows of confusion.
san's face was blank; there was not one trace of the sweet smile he had before. his dull eyes bore into yeosang's, head tilt as he spoke.
"come on, sangie. you've been walking home with wooyoung all week. i've barely seen you, we don't even walk to class together anymore. in some way, i feel like you're trying to av-" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
