Golden Boys Must Burn || 8TURN

𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

Quick note for translations:

- abeonim = means father. A more formal way to say it, and younger generations might call their close friend's dad this.

- 여사님 (yeosanim) = means a married woman at least 40 years old, or boss' wife.

- Haetae = a mythical Korean lion creature

➶➶➶➶➶ ☆ ➷➷➷➷➷

Y/N's POV:

Haemin's eighteenth was in a couple of days. Chae-soo was helping, which was a relief. But it was also a little awkward on the account of me having trouble acting like nothing had happened.

I was pretty sure she hadn't told anyone about breaking up with Myungho, but something about her acting completely normal and me knowing that little fact that she doesn't know I knew made me feel like a bitch.

I had completely convinced myself that I didn't like Myungho though, and that I had just been confusing me wanting to help him and be friends for that type of like, so at least there was that.

"So, are we doing this at your house Chae, or renting a place out?" reiterated Marina, as we stood around my locker.

"My place," said Chae-soo. 

"Seriously, this is my boyfriend's party Chae-soo, you don't have to offer to hold it at your place."

"Y/N, I love setting up events for my friends, don't worry. I promise it's fine—"

Xiulan shushed us and the five of us turned to see Haemin coming our way. The bell went.

"Hi Haemin," said Heiko coyly, totally not making it obvious we were talking about him. 

He stopped and wrapped his arm around my waist but stuttered awkwardly. "Uh, hi."

"Everyone's putting bets down that MNH will make it to regionals with this year's team, making us the first school in South Korea to get to that stage with two teams three years in a row," said Marina, referring to baseball and basketball.  

"That's good, I guess...I'll try my best?" said Haemin, inflecting the words like a question.

"That's great," she concluded, "because I totally put down a massive bet."

"Well," I interjected to move things along. "We've got English, but thanks for helping with that thing, Chae-soo. I really appreciate it."

Chae-soo waved us off and we all split.

"Are you okay?" I asked, biting back my amusement at his social awkwardness. Maybe I shouldn't have found that cute about him.

"Yeah. Are people really making bets though?"

"Afraid so. But if students think you're that good, imagine what any possible scouts might think."

Haemin broke into a small smile at that "Thanks."

He kept his hand around my waist, in what had probably become a habit to stop others bumping into me, and to keep up appearances. I thought about Haemin's birthday, and what that would mean for us, and his family. He had said that once he turns eighteen, he won't have to worry about his parents trying to push anything. It must've been a relief for him, and possibly a little for me, to be honest. I liked Haemin; I had grown as comfortable around him as I was with Kyungmin, but I wanted to try and avoid drama. Even though I had gotten over it, Haemin still apologised about the Yeona incident, and how she had acted. It was why I hadn't told him about me running into Changhoon at the arcade, where he'd mentioned something about Yeona.