“Unni, Seulbi is at your university right now. She’s wants to get back together with Sehun!” my sister yelled into the phone in panic. I merely hummed as I looked at Sehun’s irritated expression with the way Seulbi was clinging onto his leg. I didn’t exactly hate Seulbi and I never wanted to but she’s giving me reasons to hate her right now.

As I hung up and stuffed my phone into my coat pocket, I couldn’t help but give her the dirtiest look I could muster. After pulling such a stunt at our university two days ago, Seulbi had the nerve to beg Sehun to take her back. Now I know this is supposedly none of my business. I had avoided Sehun so I don’t get tangled into more of this stupid drama but I at least had to do something.

As hesitant as I was and even if I had every intention to just turn the around and leave them there for other people to gossip about and feast on, I still somehow found myself walking towards them. Sehun was trying to pull Seulbi up to her feet, clearly embarrassed about the scene she was making but the girl wouldn’t budge.

She bawled and pleaded. She apologized for how she acted that day and promised to never do it again. I clucked my tongue at her. She was just so desperate and pathetic that it made me sick. When she saw me coming, a glint of pure loathing flashed across her eyes before she looked away and pretended as though she didn’t just see me.

She began to bawl even louder. I can see Sehun starting to waver, his face crumpling in concern. Even the people watching them were sporting sad and pitiful expressions on their faces. I scoffed, unable to control myself when I clapped my hands at her wonderful acting. Heads turned to look at me, some looked perplexed while others narrowed their eyes.

The last one to look my way was Sehun and unlike everyone else, his eyes were wide with shock. I ignored the look on his face as I walked even closer to them. Seulbi looked up at me with her fake tears then bowed her head. “U-Unni,” she began to say in between little sobs.

I wanted to roll my eyes at the fakeness of everything but I didn’t. Instead, I remained quiet and listened to whatever it is that she had to say. “I’m sorry for what I said. I-I didn’t mean it. I only said it because I was just… I was just so jealous of how Sehun treats you.” I gritted my teeth at that, suddenly feeling myself wavering too.

I didn’t respond, not really knowing what to say or how to even react. There were some distant murmurs and faint sobbing but other than that, it was silent. Slowly, Seulbi looked up at me. She looked offended for some reason. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” she said while sniffling and angrily wiping a tear. Again, I didn’t say anything.

I stared right into her eyes and searched for sincerity in them, but sadly, I didn’t see any. She started to glare at me as she got from the ground. Lividness swirled in her eyes and her fists balled at her sides. Sehun tensed up just seeing that, ready to possibly protect me from Seulbi’s wrath. I held a hand out in front of him.

“Why do you want Sehun back?” Her eyebrows met in the middle, looking at me as if I’ve said something that was stupid and didn’t at all make any sense. “I love him! What else could my reason be?!” she snapped at me. Now she was cracking, dropping the act and slowly showing her true colors. “Ah…” I nodded and smirked.

“That’s why you cheated on him. Because you love him?” I faked a confused look on my face and shook my head. “I don’t get, Seulbi. Is that how it’s supposed to be?” Her glare deepened and the fists at her sides had suddenly shot up to pull on my hair.

“Don’t try and make me look like the bad person here! You betrayed me! It wasn’t even Sehun’s fault that he cheated first. It was you! You manipulated him into thinking he still ing loved you!” Only then did regret start to sink in. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me but I couldn’t help it.

She was spreading false rumors about me at their school! Those rumors had somehow made it to our university and doubled all the judging looks and insults I was suddenly getting. But that isn’t even the worst. She hurt my sister! And what for? To get back at me for ‘stealing’ her boyfriend that wasn’t even so faithful to her to begin with?

Why did she have to blame me? Why couldn’t it be Sehun’s fault? My eyes tightly closed. I didn’t care about her pulling my hair but it was still painful. I whimpered at every yank with Sehun frantically prying her hands off of me. I can also hear other voices telling her to stop and a couple of other hands trying to pull me away.

I was beat up. That was what it was really. Seulbi wasn’t satisfied just trying to rip my hair out, she scratched and punched my face too. Sehun was so guilty and worried that he wouldn’t leave my side. Well, he should be! If he just distanced himself from me when he knew she was getting jealous, this wouldn’t have happened but… I guess I couldn’t blame it all on him.

I had the choice of distancing myself too but I didn’t. My reasons for still hanging out with him were different, sort of. He was a close friend to me. I wanted to be friends… but then again, my old feelings did get in the way somehow.

I sighed deeply as I pressed an ice pack at my bruised temple. A wince then came soon after because of the sting at the side of my lip. I wanted to get made all over again but I was too exhausted. I merely dropped the ice pack on the coffee table.

I tried not to even glance at him but he was right in front of me, it was sort of impossible. With my lips pressed into a thin line, I forced myself to focus on my laptop. Maybe I was just confused or something? Maybe I didn’t really like him still? Maybe they were leftovers from our past relationship?

I don’t really know anymore and it was giving me a headache just thinking about it. I set the ice pack aside, shaking my thoughts away so I can continue work on our project together. Yes, Sehun and I are project partners which is the only reason why I even welcomed him here at my apartment. Aren’t I lucky? I couldn’t even blame anyone because it was completely coincidental.

Obviously, I didn’t want him as my partner because that would require actually talking to him and possibly spending time together for the project’s sake. He understood and so he didn’t pester me about being his partner. But then the professor announced that he’d be drawing lots to choose who’d be partnered with whom.

I was crossing my fingers and praying that it wouldn’t be Sehun but right after my name was called, his name coincidentally followed. He tried to hide the smile threatening to form on his lips when he heard his name while I openly groaned in annoyance.

When the professor gave us time to meet up and decided on what to do, I gave him two rules to follow. I told him that we were to stay together only to work on the project and only talk about the project, absolutely nothing else.

He eagerly nodded but ended up frowning when he saw the bruise forming on my temple and the horrible scratch. Now, here we were, ‘working’ on the project. Well, we’re working separately actually. I just told him to do his own work and I’d do mine so we could just compile everything after we’re done.

That way, interactions between us would be minimal and we’d get more work done. He agreed to it, now busy typing away on his own laptop. As I found my focus, I was engrossed myself in an article. There were books on either sides of me accompanied with old and new notes from our lectures.

I forgot to tie my hair earlier because I just wanted to get this over with so now I had to deal with having my hair fall over my face every now and then. I would groan every time, my hands too busy to reach up and brush my hair out of my face. I was thinking of just leaving it like that when I heard Sehun chuckling.

I glanced at him behind my laptop, surprised that he reached over to tuck my hair behind my ear for me. As awkward as it was, I still murmured a ‘thank you’ before getting back to unbreakable concentration. Of course, not until I notice eyes on me. Piercing eyes that could probably be reading my very soul right now.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes away from the screen again and looked at Sehun properly. He has his head propped on his hand, his eyes seemingly trained on my face. I glared at him for not working on the project anymore. “Why are you stopping? What do you want?" I asked, looking away and blankly staring at my screen in an effort not to melt at his gaze. “You,” he replied right away.

I couldn’t help but stare at him. Was I hearing wrong? Did he really say that? My brows pinched for a moment before I focused back on what I was typing, deciding to just wave it off. Again, I was so absorbed in my work until I just couldn't handle his stare anymore. I looked away with a deep sigh.

“Sehun, please get back to work,” I murmured, frowning a little. He chuckled lowly before biting down on what I thought was a wide grin. He exhaled loudly and suddenly moved to sit right beside me. I gasped at his sudden close proximity and scooted a little further.

I blinked at him, trying to look away but couldn’t. He held my gaze and we each other. We were both silent at first then he decided to break the silence and say my name. My breath hitched at how my name flowed out of his lips. I'm suddenly, horribly affected.

“Y-Yeah?” I stuttered out as I finally found enough strength to tear my gaze away and look at my screen again. I was typing loudly on purpose to try and block whatever it is that he would say but the moment the words, “I really miss you...” slipped out of his lips, his voice laced with this sudden melancholy, I couldn’t help the furrow on my brows.

I paused for a split second but forced myself to continue typing. I ignored him. I didn’t want to answer nor did I really know what to reply. It wasn’t even regarding the project. He broke the ing rules! My typing got rather angrier, my fingers unconsciously pressing on the keys a little too hard. He sighed deeply. “I miss you being my girlfriend.”

And just like that, I stilled like a ing statue. My fingers hovered over the keys with my eyes wide and my breath seemingly held. It took a while for me to resume breathing. I swallowed. “S-Sehun...” is the only thing I managed to force out of my mouth.

My tone was between a whine and a groan, silently asking him to just ing stop what he’s trying to do. I looked at him, hoping he could see the plea in my eyes but he still continued. “I still don't s