seventeen complex

129 ✨

i'm so sorry. i apologize.

and thank you, thank you for those who still waited. grateful to have you all, i mean it.

okay, actually there was supposedly a 129th chapter i had written months ago sa point of view ni boo pero nagstart over ako because nastuck ako (showed why i was mia again for almost a year) and gradually the feelings i had with this story were gone. last month, (start of my summer break) i tried to write (abandoning all of my stories just didn't feel right) this chapter, hoping na may masusulat ako kasi nakakapanghinayang talaga to just leave this hanging (i had a lingering attachment to this one). tinry ko sa pov ni hansol to clear things out that resulted to this.

okay, uh, i feel like talong talo 'tong chapter na 'to (1 month kong sinusulat damn) sa mga ibang chapters na naisulat ko na, na punung puno ng feels. but i'm pretty satisfied with how i wrote this. siguro may kulang pero ito na talaga 'yon, the chapter after one year of absence.

i've so lost so many readers over time because of the interval between updates so please let's show this chapter some love uwu

here you go *smiles sweetly*

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Boo Seungkwan had always been easy to read.

At least for Hansol. Simula pa lang ng mga bata sila, alam na niya kung ano ang iniisip nito. Like Hansol knew when there were bugs around kasi yung expression ni Seungkwan parang natatae. Alam niya kapag nagugutom ito, kapag badtrip o kaya naiirita sa presensya niya (which rarely happens) at kapag masaya ito pero pilit na tinatago.

They were pretty much inseparable.

"Hoy taena, nauna nga ako!"

Hansol sighed, awkwardly standing behind his best friend who was –for the nth time– fighting for food again with another student who was as hell bent on keeping this last piece of special premium bread for the month as Seungkwan. Hindi naman bago sa kanya 'to pero as usual, wala na naman siyang magawa. Hansol would rather wait for this to end than to involve himself. Baka siya pa pagbuntungan ni Seungkwan kapag sinubukan niyang awatin ito o pakalmahin.

A girl classmate walked up to him, also keeping her gaze at the small scene in the cafeteria.

"Di pa rin talaga ako makapaniwala na magbestfriend kayo."

Is that even a compliment?

Anyway, simula ng tumuntong sila ng middle school, madalas na talaga niyang naririnig 'yon sa iba. Walang issue nung elementary sila kasi ano bang alam nila sa mundo nun? Third year of middle school changed it all. Ito yata yung taon na at least every week, may love letter ang locker niya. Confessions have become one of the norms for him. Nandiyan yung kapag dadaan siya, awtomatikong mapapalingon sa kanya ang ibang mga estudyante. Not to mention, kakaiba siya (according to girls) because he is half american. Additional points for mystery.

He suddenly came back to reality when he had noticed Seungkwan was already almost out of the cafeteria door. Kaagad na sinundan niya ito na sa likod pa lang, alam niyang badtrip na.

"That's okay, Boo. This month's bread isn't that tasty anyway—"

Seungkwan hastily turned around to glare at him.  Maluha luha ang mga mata nito, paniguro dahil sa inis at dahil na rin naagawan ito ng pagkain. No one messes with Seungkwan and his food. Unfortunately today, mukhang nauna naman kasi talaga yung taga-kabilang section. But of course, wala na lang siyang sasabihin. Baka mas lalo itong mabadtrip.