Bad Boy ~ Jeongcheol

98

  The8 stood outside the building, inhaling and exhaling the cold air as the wind blew through his hair. It was chilly due his lack of thick clothes.

  He had finished the thing he ran off to do. But now he was deciding on whether he wanted to return back to the dance.

  Prom was never really his forte, especially this year. He never understood the fuss, he dress like a model everyday. Why was prom supposed to be any different.

  Honestly the only other reason he went this year he went was because Jun actually asked him, which he honestly didn't expect.

  His mind flashed back to Jun's confused and concerned face when The8 ran off. The8 knew Jun wanted to help in anyway he could, and The8 loved that.

   But he couldn't just accept it.

  He's tried to tell Jun so many times about his problems, but never knew how or when. Finally he gave up, and buried it deep in the back of his head.

  He can't hold his tounge for long though, about 2 weeks ago he told Jeonghan everything that's been happening.

  Jeonghan told him multiple times leading up to tonight to tell Jun, it would lift the weight off his shoulder. The8 believed it would.

But he didn't want to bother Jun, or anyone in the matter with his own problems. He was fine keeping to himself.

His phone rang.

The8 sighed and dug his phone out of his pocket and nearly dropped everything he was holding.

Jun was calling.

"Shit, uh shit." The8 tired to calm his breathing before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" He heard Jun ask, the older must have stepped outside since The8 could here his voice nice and clear and their wasn't loud background music.

"Uhhh, I had to call home for something, then I decided to go to the gas station. Because like you said never trust school food or drinks." The8 lied.

"Oh in that case, just wait there, I'll meet you there." Jun said and The8 went in full panic mode.
 
  "Wait! Don't it's fine, I'm about to head out, I'll meet you back at the school!" The8 blurted.

"Too late, I'm already here."

The8 was screwed. Completely 100% screwed.

"Ok, Jun. I lied, I'm not at the gas station." The8 sighed. "I know your not." Jun said which left The8 confused.

"Wait what?" The8 asked confused on what Jun ment and how he knew he wasn't there, the line was quiet for a minute. "Jun? Wha-"

"Look up."

The8 looked up ahead of him, and there was Jun sitting in the front of the parking lot, looking right at him, a small smile on his lips.