I might hate you 10/12
Title : I might hate you
Author : fuckyeahshinee
Pairing : jongkey
Genre : fluff, slight!angst, highschool!AU
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : shineeowner owns them, lol
A/N : next chapter won't take too long ! :)
It was the day of the dance battle, and of course I was going to be there.
I haven't seen Kibum dance in such a long time, hell, I haven't even seen him these past days.
He was probably always practicing for the battle, I mean, he did have to catch up with so many dances because of me.
There were days I just wanted to barge into his room to talk things out, but I knew that would be unreasonable.
If he doesn't want to talk, then I can't force him.
Besides, I don't think the Sophomores would like it if I went through their corridor.
It was quite in the canteen, since all the Sophomores were busy with packing their stuff or whatever, and all the Freshmen were on a trip to some museum.
I was eating my lunch in silence, well, actually I was just staring down at my food, poking my vegetables with my fork from time to time.
Our table grew a lot more silent after the incident, and I really missed the laughing and talking about silly things.
Well, I'm the one who caused this kind of atmosphere.
Heechul doesn't even sits at our table anymore, and Sulli accompanies her other friends more often during lunch.
So It's only me, Krystal and Jinki most of the time.
Love sucks
I inwardly cursed myself for having a major crush on someone unattainable, but then again, it's not my fault he's so damn gorgeous.
--
The bell rang and I got up, muttering a goodbye at my friends as I sauntered my way to the practice room. I have to get rid of these thoughts.
I entered the room and joined some of the others who were already practicing, making a stop at the changing rooms.
My reflection only confirmed that I didn't only feel like shit, but also looked like shit.
What are you doing to me, Kibum ...
I sighed, splashing some water in my face when someone entered the changing room as well.
"Oh, look who we have here," He chuckled, stuffing something in his bag before slinging it over his shoulder.
Oh great, someone who's name I can't even remember is judging me for someothing that isn't even his fucking business.
I didn't have to think too long to realise why he was being such a dick, it obviously had to do something with 'the rumor' about me and Kibum.
"Do you have a problem ?" I snapped, looking at him through the mirror with eyes that were able to pierce right through his soul.
He just roughly passed me by, snorting and slamming the door closed behind him.
I tightly gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as I tried to control the tears that were starting to form in the corners of my eyes.
It's just so unfair ...
They should fucking stay out of my business. This is my life and my problem. They were just making everything harder for me.
You are not going to cry over him, Jonghyun, don't you dare cry over Kibum.
I took a deep breath, taking one last look at my reflection before making my way back to the practice room.
I can't fucking believe I can become so hopeless when it comes to love.
There were only two people left, and from the looks of it, they were already making their way to the changing room.
I sent them a questioning look but they didn't even notice me, so I just made my way to the stereo to turn it back on and start practicing.
Just when I heard the door fall shut behind the two guys, I saw in the big mirror how a student entered the other practice room.
It had to be a Sophomore since the Freshmen weren't at school, so I threw the student a glance and recognised the slim figure immediately.
Oh god, why ...
He didn't notice me at first, I was still dancing so he probably thought I was just someone who was practicing but when I slowed down to get a better look at him, he subtly locked our gazes through the mirror.
His eyes widened for a second, pretty face showing no emotions at all.
I tried to lift up the corners of my mouth a little, but the angry faces of my friends, the guilt and how things were between us in general restrained me from doing so.
I inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled ... and decided to shove all my doubts and thoughts away and took big strides to the glass door that was separating us.
What is my body doing. Why am I entering Sophomore's territory. Why am I making my way to the source of all my problems. Why why why why.
He observed my actions carefully, but once he realised what I was doing a hint of panic flashed through his eyes and he quickly picked up his duffel bag and made his way back to the door.
I had already reached the doorknob, hand in mid air as the door fell shut behind him.
Great ... Just great ...
Is crying over him really that bad ? Because I really want to cry right now.
A/N : <3 !
Author : fuckyeahshinee
Pairing : jongkey
Genre : fluff, slight!angst, highschool!AU
Rating : PG
Disclaimer : shineeowner owns them, lol
A/N : next chapter won't take too long ! :)
It was the day of the dance battle, and of course I was going to be there.
I haven't seen Kibum dance in such a long time, hell, I haven't even seen him these past days.
He was probably always practicing for the battle, I mean, he did have to catch up with so many dances because of me.
There were days I just wanted to barge into his room to talk things out, but I knew that would be unreasonable.
If he doesn't want to talk, then I can't force him.
Besides, I don't think the Sophomores would like it if I went through their corridor.
It was quite in the canteen, since all the Sophomores were busy with packing their stuff or whatever, and all the Freshmen were on a trip to some museum.
I was eating my lunch in silence, well, actually I was just staring down at my food, poking my vegetables with my fork from time to time.
Our table grew a lot more silent after the incident, and I really missed the laughing and talking about silly things.
Well, I'm the one who caused this kind of atmosphere.
Heechul doesn't even sits at our table anymore, and Sulli accompanies her other friends more often during lunch.
So It's only me, Krystal and Jinki most of the time.
Love sucks
I inwardly cursed myself for having a major crush on someone unattainable, but then again, it's not my fault he's so damn gorgeous.
--
The bell rang and I got up, muttering a goodbye at my friends as I sauntered my way to the practice room. I have to get rid of these thoughts.
I entered the room and joined some of the others who were already practicing, making a stop at the changing rooms.
My reflection only confirmed that I didn't only feel like shit, but also looked like shit.
What are you doing to me, Kibum ...
I sighed, splashing some water in my face when someone entered the changing room as well.
"Oh, look who we have here," He chuckled, stuffing something in his bag before slinging it over his shoulder.
Oh great, someone who's name I can't even remember is judging me for someothing that isn't even his fucking business.
I didn't have to think too long to realise why he was being such a dick, it obviously had to do something with 'the rumor' about me and Kibum.
"Do you have a problem ?" I snapped, looking at him through the mirror with eyes that were able to pierce right through his soul.
He just roughly passed me by, snorting and slamming the door closed behind him.
I tightly gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as I tried to control the tears that were starting to form in the corners of my eyes.
It's just so unfair ...
They should fucking stay out of my business. This is my life and my problem. They were just making everything harder for me.
You are not going to cry over him, Jonghyun, don't you dare cry over Kibum.
I took a deep breath, taking one last look at my reflection before making my way back to the practice room.
I can't fucking believe I can become so hopeless when it comes to love.
There were only two people left, and from the looks of it, they were already making their way to the changing room.
I sent them a questioning look but they didn't even notice me, so I just made my way to the stereo to turn it back on and start practicing.
Just when I heard the door fall shut behind the two guys, I saw in the big mirror how a student entered the other practice room.
It had to be a Sophomore since the Freshmen weren't at school, so I threw the student a glance and recognised the slim figure immediately.
Oh god, why ...
He didn't notice me at first, I was still dancing so he probably thought I was just someone who was practicing but when I slowed down to get a better look at him, he subtly locked our gazes through the mirror.
His eyes widened for a second, pretty face showing no emotions at all.
I tried to lift up the corners of my mouth a little, but the angry faces of my friends, the guilt and how things were between us in general restrained me from doing so.
I inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled ... and decided to shove all my doubts and thoughts away and took big strides to the glass door that was separating us.
What is my body doing. Why am I entering Sophomore's territory. Why am I making my way to the source of all my problems. Why why why why.
He observed my actions carefully, but once he realised what I was doing a hint of panic flashed through his eyes and he quickly picked up his duffel bag and made his way back to the door.
I had already reached the doorknob, hand in mid air as the door fell shut behind him.
Great ... Just great ...
Is crying over him really that bad ? Because I really want to cry right now.
A/N : <3 !