HOPELESS

five

“what was that, Phi?” mark asked, looking at him. War was quick to shake his head as an answer, gazing at Yin’s direction once again.

he can't stop himself from stealing glances at the younger who’s distracted by the girl in front of him.

war clicked his tongue. that should be me.

he shouldn’t have attended this celebration, now he’ll have to endure every painful momentum within this evening. i wanna go home.

Gun and Mark were staring at every movement he does, and he’s unaware of it.

the two finally gets the assignment that War was jealous, and they both looked at each other—telepathically.

“P’War?”

he faced the person who called out his name, and it was Gun. “hey?”

“do you like P’Yin?” war froze at the question, now debating with his mind to whether tell them or not.

after a while of hesitating, he let out a deep sigh, nodding his head as he looked at them. the duo grinned, doing a high five.

“i knew it!” mark exclaimed, flipping his invisible long hair that made Gun laugh. but he suddenly stopped midway after remembering something.

“you should probably confess, Phi!” gun said, giggling. war then blinked his eyes several time before shaking his head.

“that’s a bad idea.”

“oh right. Yin is a game maniac and he’s obviously straight.” mark said, recalling the words their friend told him.

“i’m straight, Mark. and now that i’ve ended my relationship with Ploy, i’ll focus more on playing games, not girls.”

mar rolled his eyes. “only focus on games huh? don't worry, P’War. you'll have the courage to confess when it's the right time.”

when exactly is the right time?

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oof.

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