바실래아

≡ pt.2:: ↷

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Not all fights end up with the dissolving of a well-kept relationship. But when
it does, there's no tuning back.

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The sweet and sour flavour of orange instantly flooded his mouth as he popped the lollipop in his mouth, crumpling its plastic wrapper and shoving it into his jeans pocket. He swayed calmly to the music from his earphones, as his feet led him to an air conditioned room.

He averted his path to the couch nearby, lying down on it lazily and staring at the brunette girl. She held a pad in her hand, her hair frazzled as she argued with Felix.

"Lix, I know you love brownies but we are not catering a brownie milkshake!" Seojung complained, exasperated at Felix's blabbering.

He chuckled lowly, daydreaming and admiring her before shaking the thoughts away to greet the girl that walked in then.

"Minho! How are we doing bro?" Yeonjoo chirped, entering the room with a plate full of strawberry canapes.

Seojung perked up, finding Minho and smiling at him then going back to lecture the blonde boy.

"Yeonsay, do you really wanna get kicked out of your house?" he scolded, taking a canape from the plate, which, sadly, got snatched back from his hands.

"Why would I get kicked out?" she groaned as she settled the plate on a table counter, noticing Felix before shooting him a wink.

"Your parents literally forbade you from cooking after the way you ignored them, but here you are, making soggy canapes. Why can't you just listen to them?"

"I aint working in a hospital! Nope, never! And I can always live in Minhoon's extra apartment in Yeoui-do." she reasoned, huffing and leaving for the door.

"By the way, my canapes are absolutely great!" Yeonjoo retorted, shutting the door with a bang as she exited the room.

"Bro, you should know better by now. She hates the sight of blood, and trust me, she'd rather not be in a hospital." Hyunjin quipped, striding in seconds after.

Taking a seat beside Minho. He yawned, retrieving his phone from his pocket and leaning into the couch, inching closer to Minho. The older boy glared, piercing into his eyes, and he moved away, clearing his throat.

"If she ever became a doctor, well, that'd be the end of the world." Hyunjin added, avoiding Minho's eyes and bobbing his legs up and down.

"Point. Anyway, who are you taking to the dance?"

"You." Hyunjin smirked, flinching loudly when Minho came closer to smack him.

"I'm joking, mate," he mumbled, clearing his throat again, "I'm taking my sister. She can't ask out this guy she likes, and I'm going 'cause mom bribed me to. And...now I realize how lame that is." he continued, eyeing the older boy.

"Guys, I need your help with the ballroom with the final decor. Hyunjin, Hyomin's waiting for you by the garden. Minho, you're with me. And Felix, don't you dare make another milkshake!" Seojung warned, exiting the room, with Minho on her trail.

"Aww, mate, you're a bitch!" Felix complained, crossing his arms as he stowed away the milk back into the fridge.

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The chandelier hung from the ceiling, swaying to the breeze as the students paced throughout the room, scattered away from their friends.

While some hung banners and some painted the merchandise, these two put together flower bouquets, carefully picking apart each orchid and placing them with the roses.

Except, maybe, they were far more engrossed in each other. Or at least, one of them was.

"So, the dance on Sunday," Minho started, biting his lips and trimming a flower's stems.

"Yep. I'm excited." Seojung added, in an effort to continue the conversation.

A small silence surrounded them, other than the occasional chatters of their fellow classmates running around. It was neither an awkward nor a comfortable silence, and Minho immediately attempted to break it.

"Who are you taking to the dance?" he probed, picking up the broken stem pieces from the table before rising from his chair to throw it.

He returned moments later, dusting his hand and rolling his sleeves up, his biceps becoming faintly visible. He still avoided her gaze, however, although sitting opposite her did not seem to help.

"Seoyoung, obviously. She's quite eager, 'said she wanted to wear a suit, but I wouldn't allow her. We got matching gowns, different colors though. What about you?"Seojung gushed, choosing a brightly coloured orchid from Minho's pile.

"Well, I wanted to take you, but now I-"

"Minho!" she called sternly, looking at him with an upset glare. He slouched back into his chair, tossing the pliers away as he scoffed.

"So, what, now, um, being honest is bad?" Minho retorted, holding his irritation back so that his voice wouldn't crack.

"I didn't mean that. You know how I feel, and I don't need to repeat myself." she replied, putting the flowers down gently before meeting his eyes.

She broke away from the eye contact, leaving for the door and grabbing her coat off the rack as Minho followed her, standing nervously behind her. As she made a move to leave, he grabbed her hand, turning her around to face him.

"You know how I feel too, but you've been blatantly ignoring me the whole week! I get that you would rather be with Seoyoung, but ever since you rejected me at the gym, not once have you spoken to me properly!" he hissed, panting as she dragged her hand away from his grip.

"Stop this! I'd already told you, I can't be friends with someone who likes me, it's just...uncomfortable." she hesitated, stepping gradually away from him.

Minho scoffed, a tear dropping from his eyes as he quickly wiped it off his cheek. Guess it's time to tell her, he thought as he ran closer, standing firmly in between Seojung and the door.

"Well, I'm not just someone who likes you. I'm someone who loves you." he stated, his eyes full of hope until she pushed him aside, grabbing his collar as she stared at him furiously.

"No. Not at all. This isn't love, not in the least bit. This is just a silly and disgusting infatuation that I hope you get rid of!" she yelled, pushing him even harder.

"How'd you know, it's not like you love Seoyoung anyway! You're probably even regretting being with her, because she isn't me! Are you seriously gonna keep making excuses?!" he shouted, clearly not thinking before he spoke.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANOTHER WORD. If you were really my friend, you'd never say anything like that!" Seojung warned, poking his firm chest as her voice broke.

"Friend? I've been so much more of a friend to you, than you ever were to me, but fine. I understand. You hate me. Guess our friendship comes to an end here." Minho blurted, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it open before storming out the door.

Seojung's heart broke, and she dropped to the floor, only realizing now what had happened. She fumed, balling her fists as she dashed out too in the opposite direction.

While they both regretted the actions of the fight, they left a hiding Seungmin unnoticed. He had eavesdropped unwillingly from behind a pillar in the room, where he was merely resting to relax his feet.

The new impression he formed on Minho's personality angered him, and he vowed to keep him away from Seojung.

After all, Seojung was his best friend. And he'd do anything to protect her.

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