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"I think I love him, Kibum, I think I really love him."

 

"I think you're bipolar,"

 

Jinki eyed Kibum. "This is serious, I'm having a climatic moment here, this is when the main characters discover how stupid they've been and the love scene isn't far away from now."

 

"This isn't some story, Jinki." Kibum sighed. "you can't just say how everything is going to play out, it doesn't work like that."

 

Jinki narrowed his eyes and grumbled a bit.

 

"You never told me what happened yesterday, at the forest." was the first thing Kibum said after the long pause.

 

"Are you actually going to listen?"

 

Kibum rolled his eyes. "I always listen."

 

"No you don't, you hear selectively and pick up whatever you want to hear and that isn't fair, Kibum." Jinki watched as the other boy rolled his eyes again and pressed his cheek onto the cold surface of the table, eye's glassy.

 

"Are," the older boy took a breath. "are you still high?"

 

"I don't know, do I look high?" he snapped back annoyed. "I think they mixed something with the weed, I don't know, Jinki."

 

The blonde shifted a little closer. "I don't remember much, it's all fuzzy and grainy and I still feel all loose and I don't like it."

 

Jinki let his fingers run through Kibum's blond hair. "Did anything happen?"

 

Kibum opened his mouth and sighed. "I knew there were s here, but I mean," he leaned against his arms and groaned. "I don't remember much of it, but I remember one of those s slurring some stupid about me being a , like seriously? What grade are we in? What year is this? 1926?”

 

"You're not a , Kibum." Jinki frowned.

 

but the other just laughed bitterly. "Oh, but I am a , Jinki, but I mean, it wasn't all bad."

 

The older boy watched as Kibum began to smile against his arm.

 

"Why are you smiling like that, Kibum, stop, it's freaking me out." he tried to joke, but Kibum just shook his head.

 

"His name is Minho,"

 

Jinki furrowed his brows. "Excuse me, who?"

 

"The tall guy, from yesterday, his name is MInho,"

 

"Oh?" he could hear the excitement in Kibum's voice and everything clicked.

 

"Yeah," the blond boy eyed Jinki as he pulled his lip in and waited.

 

"And?" he knew Kibum was trying to drive him crazy.

 

"He was nice," his eyes looked down then up again. "from what I remember, he told the to put a sock in it and we talked."

 

"And?" he knew what Kibum was trying to tell him. "You guys ed in the forest didn't you, oh my God, Kibum, there are animals on the floor, that's disgusting and people--"

 

"No, Jinki," Kibum sputtered, looking around to see if anyone heard. "no, we didn't , is that what you really think of me? I'm sad, Jinki."

 

"Okay, wait, so you didn't ? Not even a , Kibum? I'm so proud!" he smiled, trying to pull an unwilling Kibum into his arms, who slapped him away repeatedly.

 

"Have a ever told you I hate you?" he grumbled onto Jinki's chest as the older boy squeezed him.

 

"Everyday of my life."

 

"Good," and Jinki let him go.

 

"So," he began, nudging the blond boy. "Does he go here?"

 

Kibum thought for a moment. "I don't know, everything is so blurry, I think I was drugged, Jinki." he said seriously, and the other boy couldn't help but laugh.

 

"So seriously, you guys didn't do anything?" he asked again, eying the boy who began to move his shoulders.

 

"Is that so hard to believe?"

 

"Coming from the guy who gets wasted and s half the people in a room, yes."

 

"That was one time," Kibum shouts, covering his face. "And it was only three people, I swear, I don't even remember their faces, I don't even remember anything!"

 

Jinki smirked. "And that makes it any better."

 

" you, Jinki, I hate you."

 

"I know," he pulls Kibum to him. "and I love you too."

 

"But really, Kibum."

 

and that set him off. "Fine! Okay, we kissed. We freaking kissed, are you happy now?"

 

Jinki couldn't help the wide smile that spread against his lips, but he tried to hide it with his hands anyway.

 

"Stop smiling, augh," Jinki bit his bottom lips, as his shoulders began to shake.

 

"Jinki!"

 

He took a ragged breath. "And would you mind telling me how it happened?"

 

"The called me a , Minho saved me, blah, blah, we talked, blah, then we magically teleported to in front of my car and he kissed me goodnight and left, there." Jinki could see Kibum trying to hide the happiness in his voice, he could see the way his eyes twinkled with delight and he smiled.

 

"Are you going to see him again?"

 

Kibum glared at him. "How the hell am I supposed to see him again? I only know his name."

 

"Jonghyun knows him," and Kibum looked up.

 

"Jinki--"

 

"No, Kibum," Jinki stopped him before he could say anything, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

 

"Jinki, please, you owe me!"

 

"Owe you what!" Jinki was in disbelief.

 

"Jinki, please, go to your stupid club thing and talk to Jonghyun, please, Jinki, do it for me."

 

"Kibum, no."

 

but the blonde boy wasn't taking no for an answer, he pressed himself onto Jinki and clung to his shirt. "Jinki, there is a perfectly good man who treated me well last night and if you don't go to that ing club right now, I will personally drag you there and tell all the ing things you ever ing told me about Jonghyun to his damn face, got it?"

 

Jinki gulped. "Got it,"

 

"Good," Kibum smiled sweetly. "Now, go make me proud!" he pushed Jinki out of the cafeteria and Jinki couldn't help but give him a nervous look.

 

"You'll do fine, look, this is good for the both of us, you can do this." and with two thumbs up, he dismissed Jinki, turning around and pulling out his phone.

 

Goddamit, Jinki thought, his hands shoving themselves into his pockets. Walking up the stairs to the English Club felt like torture, it was too hot in the hallways and when he turned the corner, he almost screamed.

 

There was Jonghyun, a smile on his face, his eyes in warm crescents as Taemin clung to his shirt.

 

"Hyung, don't leave now! We just got started!" the little one whined, trying to pull Jonghyun back into the classroom.

 

Instead of getting mad, he just laughed and tried to get his shirt away from Taemin's clammy hands. "I have friends, Minnie, I have to go hang with them sometimes you know," but the younger just groaned.

 

"But we're your friends too!" he tried to retort, making the boy with the white hair laugh again.

 

"and thy friendship makes us fresh."

 

Taemin gave him a weird look.

 

"What?"

 

"Err, nevermind, ha," he tried to chuckle, but it came out as a breathy awkward breath.

 

He didn't know what came over him, but he walked up right in front of Taemin and, "Henry IV."

 

Taemin looked at him. "Hyung!"

 

"Thy friendship makes us fresh," he began. "It was from Henry IV."

 

"Part 1, Act 3, Scene 4," the white haired boy said, looking down.

 

Jinki grinned. "Scene 3," he correct and Jonghyun bit his lip, his eyes going upward, watching him through his bangs.

 

"Yeah," he breathed and Taemin pulled away from the shirt he was clinging onto.

 

"Okay," he stretched the o, breaking the heated air. "Uh, are you here to come into the club, Jinki hyung?"

 

Jinki broke their stare. "Uh, actually," he looked at Jonghyun again.

 

He couldn't do it, he was chickening out.

 

Their eyes met. "Yeah," he dropped them to the floor. "uh, I'll see you inside." and he shuffled into the room, groaning when he heard Taemin complain some more and Jonghyun leaving.

 

Kibum was going to kill him.

 

~*~
 

It took 4 months and a day for school to finish, in Jinki's head, he could think of 40 different ways to kill himself than sit in a classroom and listen to the crap his classmates spewed.

 

The hallways were unusually packed, supposedly there were a few kids selling food to get new things for their clubs. Jinki guessed that the whole school population liked cupcakes because there was no way he was getting out of this hallways alive.

 

They were like animals-- savages. 

 

He decided to take the back hallway, a route no one usually took, since it was far away from the exit, but it was better than getting trampled by hungry students. Jinki shuddered with the thought.

 

It wasn't long before he found the door, but a shuddered cry pulled him away from the handle.

 

He could hear scuffling, ragged breaths, soft chants, greedy laughs and Jinki was moving, almost running until the sounds were getting louder, until he could hear, feel, the punches.

 

There were a group of boys, tall boys, boys with broad shoulders and sports jackets. Boys pushing, surrounding, beating a boy who seemed to be too afraid to speak out, too afraid to do anything, but whimper when a fist slammed against his body.

 

"You ing ," one of them said, a tall boy with brown hair Jinki saw before- Chanmin? Chingmin?- in the forest with Jonghyun and oh.

 

He was there, Jonghyun was there and he was watching and--

 

"Taemin?" Jinki breathed when he saw a black bowl cut in underneath one of the boy's arm. His face was red and scared and Jinki was so angry he could practically feel his blood boiling.

 

Before Jinki could do anything though, a tall boy came running through him, grabbing one of the boy's jackets and pulling him so far back he almost collided with one of the walls, the one from the party.

 

He didn't hear the words, he was too afraid, but from that angle, he could see Jonghyun, his eyes growing wide as he looked up from Taemin and looked at Jinki.

 

Jinki was walking then, the words getting louder.

 

"What the hell is wrong with you, beating on a first year?" It was the tall boy, Minho, the one Kibum liked and in that moment he wanted Kibum to be there so badly, to yell at them, all of them, because Jinki knew he couldn't, his mouth was dry and his head was pounding.

 

But he wanted Kibum there to hold him back, because he didn't know what the hell he was going to do when he gets closer to that .

 

He punched Jonghyun in the face before anything could register, before the boy's body hit the ground, before Jinki screamed with the frustration, the pain exploding in his knuckles.

 

"He was your ing friend!" Jinki yelled and he was seeing red, nobody was there, not the other boys, not Taemin, just him and Jonghyun.

 

He didn't say anything though, he just looked up at Jinki, his face stiff with shock, his mouth open.

 

He wasn't Jinki anymore, because Jinki would never curse-- like that -- to anyone, Jinki would never hit anyone, he would never jump on top of anyone and hit and hit and hit until he didn't know who he was hitting anymore, until he didn't know what he was hitting anymore, until someone had to pull him away because he was just so angry he couldn't take it.

 

"Hyung, hyung, hyung," it was Taemin, he was on him, crying into his shoulders, mumbling words he didn't understand and all Jinki could do was hug him, hug him and try to heal two broken hearts at the same time.

 

He watched them drag Jonghyun away, he watched the blood dribble down his nose and neck, he watched as he didn't

bother wiping it away as Minho pushed him with the other group of boys out of the hallway.

 

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Does anybody hate Jonghyun yet?

No? Yes?

I needed some drama in this story idk, it seemed too plain, but I hope everyone enjoyed this!!

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