speak now
invisible string
-you weren't mine to lose-
The theater club was the rich club. Those phrases were synonymous, really. The affluent kids all made their way into that club on the fourth floor of the university building to keep up with their reputation. But Sehun had never seen them host any workshop or drama. Perhaps they took lessons from there to start the drama in their own lives and in others'. You'd see them propped against the lockers, judging the ones who actually come to study with scrutinizing eyes.
But tonight they'd arranged a party and Sehun came because of Jennie. This wasn't his scene, everyone would say so too, but Sehun had never been in such a scene before so he didn't hate it. The clock struck nine, the night deepened the more he glanced at the watch. He was sitting with Namjoo, the head of the Maths club, the club that actually did some work in the university and they were full on judging the people in front of them.
They were such a source of entertainment. People could be this stupid, Sehun wondered? Small talk at the bar led to enormous obvious advances, some girls were cursing the name of some dude behind them who apparently broke their best friend's heart; just get laid tonight, they said, make him jealous. What a terrible equation. Dance dance dance, drink drink drink, the theater club made him feel like he was the smart protagonist in some teen movie, who knew better than that. And Sehun was quite enjoying this scene.
"Oh! Junmyeon's there," Namjoo mentioned, looking over her shoulder.
"You're here for the donation," Sehun remarked. "He did tell me he'd help us."
"Actually, I think I'm going to transfer to the theater club," She said instead. Sehun arched his brows, "And make it useful," she continued.
Sehun nodded to himself. Of course. Namjoo's family was new money. Of course she would want to roll with the rich kids now and not be considered some nerd. Sehun stuck around while Namjoo socialized with the ones she thought would be useful in her ascent to the theater club. Watching Jennie effortlessly mingle, he smiled. There really wasn't much for people like him in the world, but on the other hand, so much for the ones like Jennie.
Junmyeon was surrounded by so many, Sehun couldn't catch a glimpse of him throughout the time he just stood in the corner while the revolving neon lights ran across his body. But when he did catch a look of the famous president of the theater club, Sehun realized he was drunk. Junmyeon...was glowing. It was his enormous presence inside the room. No one compared to him and Sehun could see how he won Joohyun's heart. He would've been mad at the guy for forgetting such an innocent girl, but he couldn't bring himself to it.
But wasn't that summer exceptionally painful, for the both of us?
He remembered Joohyun's words. A cruel summer for the three of them then. And this way, he couldn't hate Junmyeon. Sehun started feeling suffocated. He texted Jennie, who was nowhere in sight, and left the stuffy room for some air. The empty porch was so attractive. Two hours in, he received a call from his mother and he ignored it. He had been a good so
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