hate me | yeongyu

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the atmosphere is awkward as they walk to yeonjun's house. beomgyu doesn't know how to start a conversation, so he doesn't say anything.

"we're here."

beomgyu gasps. yeonjun's house is even bigger than taehyun's. yeonjun leads the way to his room. his room is so aesthetically pleasing. he must love the colour blue.

"are you an only child?" beomgyu asks as he lies flat on yeonjun's bed.

"no, i've three older sisters." yeonjun takes a seat behind his desk, while raising an eyebrow at beomgyu lying on his bed.

beomgyu shoots up. "three?! woah so you're the youngest." he takes his books out of his backpack and takes a seat next to yeonjun. "must be lively here all the time."

"not really, they're all in college. but anyways can i see your scores?"

beomgyu hands yeonjun the wrinkled paper with his pathetic scores on it.

"you're pretty good at languages, but you're pretty bad at everything else... even sports?" yeonjun says a little too disappointed.

beomgyu folds his arms. "sports are so dumb. why do we even have to take tests on sports? it's just useless to me."

yeonjun laughs softly. "alrighty let's get started with your homework then."

they started working on math and science and are now reading into his history homework. yeonjun acknowledges that beomgyu's attention fades as beomgyu gets more distracted by the second.

yeonjun decides to start a little conversation so that beomgyu won't fall asleep. "how come you're so good at languages?"

"i like languages, they're interesting. i'm learning mandarin now."

yeonjun nods impressed "is that what you like to do in your free time?"

"i do, but i also like to dress up or draw."

"well i know you're good at languages and oblivious you're good at dressing up, cause you're stunning like always. so now i only have to see your drawings."

beomgyu lights up at the remarks yeonjun made. it makes his heart flutter. he stands up and begins to spin around. "i can show you my drawings next time."

as beomgyu spins around yeonjun began to question his hatred for him. how could he hate such a sweet boy.

"beomgyu watch out!"

beomgyu bumps into yeonjun's bookshelves. yeonjun shoots up and pushes beomgyu away from the falling books. but a few books unfortunately drop down on yeonjun's head.

"how come every time i see you, you demolish something." yeonjun massages the painful spot on his head as he remembers why he hates the boy.

"sorry.." beomgyu smiles apologetic as he offers to help cleaning up.

"no don't touch anything. let's get you home."

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beomgyu is surprised that yeonjun insisted on walking him home. it's not even dark outside.

"sorry again."

yeonjun rolls his eyes. "it's fine... next time we'll study at your house."

"uhm yea let's not do that. my house is... loud." beomgyu gets chills at the thought of yeonjun witnessing his yelling parents.

"why not? i'm actually kinda curious about your room. is everything broken there?" yeonjun teases.

beomgyu laughs. "alright sure. next time at my house." luckily his parents aren't home.

they reach beomgyu's lifeless house. but the lights are on? beomgyu hopes that only one of his parents are home.

"well this is it. thank you for walking with me and sorry again about your bookshelves." beomgyu scratches his head.

"it's fine honestly."

"i.. uh i like you yeonjun." beomgyu tries avoiding yeonjun's emotionless eyes, but ends up staring right into them.

"that's funny, cause i kinda hate you." yeonjun's blank expression makes beomgyu laugh.

"ah,, you're so honest. forget what i said, see you later." beomgyu shakes his head as he enters his house, closing his door behind him.

the butterflies in his stomach are still partying as beomgyu walks through his house. no one is downstairs, so he decides to look upstairs.

beomgyu enters his parents' room. he gasps as he sees his father kissing someone who isn't his mother.

"beomgyu i-" his father tries.

but beomgyu stumbles backwards and runs into his room locking the door behind him.

his shaking hands search up his mother's contact and rings her number.

"hi honey! i'm sorry for being so late. did anything happen?"

"mommy please come home."

"beomgyu? baby what happened? are you hurt?"

"dad's with a slut."

"what?! beomgyu where are you?"

"in my room. i-i locked myself in."

"stay there, i'm coming right away."

with that his mother hangs up. he hears his father knocking on his door, trying to explain himself.

beomgyu puts on his airpods. he chooses his melanie martinez playlist to play. he lays on his bed from exhaustion as his eyes slowly close.

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a/n: okay so i had this kid in my class who i hated but somehow i always got paired up with them.