The room was silent apart from the small taps of Victoria's nails on the table. Coupled with silence, an awkward atmosphere lingered between the those in the room, none of them finding the right time to break it. Victoria watched as the only other person in the room paced around, dust collecting in a whirlpool like motion, muttering things under their breath. She inspected their face, seeing the distress and worry on their face, feeling sorry for them if she had to be really honest. Although she had once had similar troubles she was never in the position the person was in and she couldn't help but wonder how they were dealing with it. The person had their gaze fixated firmly onto the ground, making no efforts to look around. 

After a couple of minutes Victoria rolled her eyes and stood up, "Jongdae, you can't drown in self pity forever."

Jongdae looked up and began to mimic someone drowing, "Look, I'm drowning."

He stopped and rolled his eyes, "Besides, who said I can't?"

Victoria looked at him and copied his eye motions, "And who said you can? I get that it must be tough but pacing around a room, muttering things and doing nothing about it isn't going to help, is it?"

Jongdae shot a small and weak glare at Victoria, "And? It'd be easier if there was three of them, then I wouldn't feel so bad for choosing one over the other."

Victoria glared in challenge, "Why? So you could have two hearts to break instead of one? To have two people crushed?"

Jongdae returned the glare and shook his head, feeling sorry for himself more than anything, "Despite this new belief you seem to have of me, I wouldn't do that. But if there was two then they could hook up or something."

Victoria laughed dryly, "You know Jongdae, for a person who has two guys swooning after him, you're pretty arrogant and clueless."

Jongdae stopped and tilted his head, his defensive attitude weakening at each word his friend said, "Clueless? What do I not know that you do?"

Victoria, who had taken up pacing as well, stopped her movements and looked at Jongdae in the eyes, "You don't know?"

Jongdae shook his head and repeated himself, "What do I not know that you do?"

Victoria sighed, "It's about Kris."

"What about him?"

"He's transferring schools, going back to Canada for a while. So unless you want to take up a long distance relationship, I'd choose Baekhyun."

"You're just saying that because he's your adoptive brother, aren't you?"

Victoria gasped silently and looked at Jongdae with cold eyes, "No, I'm saying that because he's probably the one who loves you the most, ever think of that?"

Jongdae stopped. He couldn't say anything back, all he could do was think and let the words sink in. Did Baekhyun love him more? Of course, from that one statement that Victoria had said an endless amount of thoughts found their way into his mind. Was Kris using him? Was Kris doing what Chanyeol did to Baekhyun? Would he be making the right choice by choosing Baekhyun? He sighed and shook his head, "What if he doesn't? What if he was playing me all along?"

Victoria laughed a fake laugh, "Please, you make me laugh Kim Jongdae. You're a fool not to notice how he stares at you. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have got into a fight - he would never, ever risk his school reputation. Yet, for you, he doesn't seem to care. It's as if as long as he can call you his, it'll all be okay. Or are you too ignorant to notice that?"

Jongdae turned to avoid Victoria's gaze. Thinking back, everything made sense. When he first met Baekhyun he was a model student, yet when they dated he got more confident in causing trouble and it wasn't until he began to date Kris did Baekhyun really begin to act up. He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. This time it wasn't  a sigh of exhaustion or a fighting sigh, it was a sigh of defeat, a sigh when you know what you've got to do. Jongdae faced Victoria and smiled apologetically, not uttering the specific smile was meant to convey, "Thanks."

Upon realising what Jongdae intended to do, Victoria returned a small smile and nodded, "Welcome."

~

Kris sat impatiently in his chair, shaking ever so slightly. He had got a text from Jongdae that told him to meet him round the back of the school and it didn't take a genius to figure out what the small meeting would be about. His mind became so wrapped up in what Jongdae's decision was that he became oblivious to the stares he got from his fellow classmates and the small, quick glares that were shot at him by his teacher. He even ignored the glances he got from Baekhyun who was engrossed in his study guide. 

When the bell went it was unimaginable to see how fast Kris ran to the door and down the corridor. Being the basketball star he was used to peope staring at him, but this time more people stared, confused looks plastered on all of their faces. 

When he reached the darkened area of the school's premises where he saw Jongdae leaning against a wall, slightly concealed by the shadows. As he approached him he smiled nervously, "Hey Jongdae."

Although he couldn't see Jongdae's face fully, Kris knew Jongdae would be returning the exact smile, "Yifan."

His real name sent shivers down Kris' spine. Whatever Jongdae had to say wasn't as good as he thought and as such, his confident demeanor dropped slightly. His smile was weakened, "So, who'd you pick?"

Jongdae opened his mouth to say something, only to be stopped by the pounding of feet. Kris turned around to see Baekhyun who was panting after running, "Sorry...I....just...got...the...text..." 

Jongdae smiled weakly and nodded, "So, I've made my mind up."

Both of the other males listened with careful ears as they held on to each of Jongdae's words, "And?"

Jongdae sighed, "And you both took me to amazing places. But, I have to pick..."

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