𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥! Last chapt on hiatus

18

The sound of the airconditioner filling every corner of Gun's room was literally the only thing that could be heard.

He was sinking on his bed, on his back, his hands intertwined placed on his chest..

And his mind? Wandering somewhere. Staring at his ceiling, he proceeded to overthink and overthink..

Funny thing though, it's like 2:30 in the afternoon on a Wednesday and he's here, chilling at his room. He should be at university. Actually no, he was at university, then he excused himself to have an early dismissal since he's so called 'sick'..

Ha, what a bullshit. He didn't think Ms. Aum would actually believe that lie, but then she did.

"Did I do the right thing?", Gun muttered, furrowing his eyebrows as he focused once more at his cream colored ceiling.

It's eating him up. The guilt is eating him up. Was it the right decision to tell him off in that way? And why didn't he come to school yesterday and today?

"Oiiii!", Gun shouted in frustration, suddenly sitting up and messing his hair in the process. His bedsheet was also now crumpled as he kicked his legs endlessly.

Pouting, he got up from bed, pulling his sleeve all the way to his arms. That has always been a habit of Gun, if he's--
•interested at something
•feeling hot
•is so damn frustrated

Out of habit, he folded his arms and couldn't help but bring his right hand onto his face. His hand were wrapping the right side of his cheek, until his fingers reached his mouth, he just can't help but bite his fingernails due to the worry he had been carrying on his heart for Off.

'Will he hate me? Or resent me? Will he remain mad at me for God knows how long? Will he still attend the club sessions? What if he had already transferred to another university? What if- oh no! What if he was in an accident and died??'

Yeah. He was going overboard about the accident part, but well, that's how Gun is whenever he feels to anxious, and since we're talking about Off here, of course he is worried! But to say he is worried sick, is still pretty much of an understatement..

He was just standing there, his eyes where focused on something somewhere, Off was occupying pretty much every corner of his mind, otherwise he wouldn't say an unbelievable excuse to not attend the remaining class hours.

After a few minutes of just standing, he only felt reality snap at him when he noticed ringing sounds, his phone was ringing.

He immediately took the phone which was lying at the very edge of the bed, as he was about to answer the call, the ringing stopped and there he saw '3 missed calls from Rock friend'

And yeah, it's New. That's his name at Gun's contacts. And if you're wondering why, have you seen his body and figure? Like- have you seen that? He has such a baby face but a goddamn heck of a body! Up to this day, New's friends and family also wonders how that was possible- what a masterpiece.

With shaking hands, Gun answered the call once it rang again..

"H-Hello?"

(Gun! Wow that took you long enough!)

New sounded a bit annoyed, well who wouldn't be, right?

"Look I can't talk ri--"

(Dude! I've entered History class with you, then I just woke up from that class knowing you went home? That's fucked up, dude! I feel betrayed!)