miss you ; seojun x suho

one

another day, another exhausting fight against his own brain to force himself to go to school.

han seojun never liked that place, especially knowing that lee suho was there too. every time they crossed paths they would just stare into each other's eyes with hate.

sometimes seojun would ask himself how did they end up like that, when they used to be such good friends; when did everything go wrong?

he knew the answer to that question well, but there were times where he wished it didn't matter. those days where he could hardly get out of bed, when he felt overwhelmed by memories of the past, he couldn't help but wish suho was by his side again.

he shook his head trying to brush off those thoughts as he entered the school gate.

he knew he was gonna spend the next seven hours sleeping on his arm; he only still went to school for the sake of his mum's happiness, he never actually cared about grades and education, he realized early in his life that he didn't need any of those to make a living.

as soon as he entered the class, he straight up went to his desk and laid his head on his arm; he didn't bother listening to the teacher scolding him because he was, once again, late.

at times he would open his eyes and gaze at suho, and every time he did nothing would change; the dark haired boy was always sitting straight and paying attention to the lesson.

he's so lame, seojun thought.

as time passed, he started feeling suffocated. he was feeling particularly blue that day, he just wanted to leave and go back into his bed.

he suddenly got up from his seat and quickly left the class, catching everyone's attention.

-ya! han seojun!

he ignored his teacher's screams and walked to the school's rooftop where he knew he could breathe some fresh air.
it was cold that morning, so as soon as he opened the door to the rooftop, the chilly air hit him and made him shiver a little.

he went over to the railing, and not even two minutes out he started sneezing.

-fuck.

he said to himself. he didn't like being sick, but at least if he caught a cold he wouldn't have to go to school, therefore he wouldn't have to see suho.

he wondered if it was him the reason why he always felt uneasy in class. or if it was the fact that he was always gazing at him, while suho never looked in his direction. or the way his mind was always full of suho, while probably suho's mind was never full of seojun.

was it this? was he never uneasy, but just sad at the thought that suho may have forgotten their past friendship and got over everything that happened?

did the thought of suho actually moving on really make him feel that way?

for a moment he felt scared. he just wanted to slap himself and stop thinking, but he couldn't help but feel scared and sad.

he didn't want to admit it, he never wanted to, but he missed him. he missed him a lot. sometimes he would ask himself what the point of always fighting with him and showing him his hate was; was it all to cover the fact that he still cared?

-what are you doing?

seojun jumped, suddenly caught out of his thoughts. -fuck! you scared me!

he said, turning around just to see suho.

-what do you want?- he asked, annoyed.

-you're gonna catch a cold out here.

-why do you care?