"hey! hey!" doyoung heard that, but paid no attention to it because he was practically invisible at school if jisoo wasn't by his side.
jaehyun groaned, having no idea on how to catch the boy's attention.
what was his name?
doyeon?
doyan?
doyoung?
doyoung.
doyoung.
"hey doyoung!" the said boy furrowed his eyebrows at his name, turning slowly to meet another guy around his age, with his chest puffing in and out.
"what do you want?"
"can you help me?"
doyoung looked at him expressionless.
"if it's an english assignment, then 10 won, and if it's science-"
"what? no!" the one before him interrupted, making doyoung stop and look at him confused.
"then why are you here?"
"um, can we go somewhere private to talk?" doyoung raised his eyebrows as the boy asked him in a low whisper, almost as if he doesn't want anyone else to hear.
doyoung looked at his watch, sighing.
"sure. but make it quick. i only have 10 more minutes till my first class starts." he told the boy, nodding when he smiled and gestured him inside to an empty classroom.
"so-"
"i love jisoo." doyoung stopped when he heard those words.
before he could say anything, jaehyun continued.
"please listen. i love her. i love her so damn much. and i've been in love with her for more than an year. if you say yes to helping me talk to her-"
"no."
"huh?"
"i said, no." doyoung knew the boy was taller than him, but he still held his ground when the taller approached him.
"before you punch me or start bullying me after this for saying no to helping you, let me tell you one thing. i said no because i don't want to see jisoo, my best friend, getting hurt all over again. i've seen her cry over boys like you, who say they love her, and then they leave her once they realize she's not as perfect as she seems. and i'm not going to let that repeat again. whatever you name is-"
"jaehyun."
"yeah. jaehyun. stay away from her if you're going to hurt her just like the others did."
jaehyun watched with a scrutinized gaze as the elder exited the door.
"do you love her?" he watched on as doyoung stopped at the door, looking back at him.
"yes. but not like you think. she's my best friend. and i can't stand her watching her get hurt again.
s
he matters. you don't."
