me:
i don't wanna come in
me:
shit mark i wanna go home
asshole:
NO U HAVE TO COME IN
CHANGE CONTACT NAME TO 'mork' [?]
me:
i'm on the bus dw
me:
but i'm scared
mork:
nothing is gunna happen chill
me:
HE SITS BEHIND ME IN CHEMISTRY
mork:
wait we're talking abt im jaebum again rite?
me:
WHO ELSE TEXTED ME WANTING TO FUCK YESTERDAY
me:
which is ur fault btw :(
mork:
srry bff
me:
u ain't my bff for long m8
mork:
just ignore him
me:
MARK ISTG UR ADVICE IS THE WORST
me:
HOW CAN I IGNORE HIM IF HE TALKS TO ME ASFHDASJHFD
mork:
idk but srsly jinyoung legit nothing has happened
me:
i'm still nervous
mork:
just get to school already
me:
TRY TAKING THE BUS
me:
aw and it stopped aGAIN
me:
FUCK I FORGOT HE GETS THE SAME BUS AS ME
me:
MARK HE JUST GOT ON THE BUS
me:
I REPEAT HE JUST GOT ON THE BUS
me:
MY HEAD IS NOW INSIDE MY BOOKS
me:
MARK WHERE TF ARE U GET BACK HERE U FUCKER
me:
i hate u
***
jinyoung barely made it through chemistry that morning. sitting one row in front of the infamous im jaebum was stressful enough, but mark still wasn't replying to his texts. jinyoung couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to him. mark was always on his phone.
it felt like jaebum was breathing down his neck the whole class. not only that, but for the full hour jinyoung could feel jaebum's foot kicking at the leg of his chair. it was an... uncomfortable feeling, of sorts, and jaebum was over several feet away. jinyoung sure was glad they weren't desk partners.
except they were. in literature. fuck.
"we'll be having a new seating plan today," their teacher announced.
jinyoung wanted to kill himself.
"park jinyoung, next to im jaebum please."
jinyoung's heart nearly leapt out of his throat at that sentence. he dragged his feet over to where jaebum was already sitting, not daring to meet his eyes. mark was right - nothing had happened between them. but the way jaebum had treated him over text yesterday made him want to disappear into a pit of darkness and never return.
guys like im jaebum didn't flirt with guys like park jinyoung.
i'm a different park jinyoung, jinyoung told himself on repeat as he crossed the room to sit by jaebum. there were plenty of park jinyoungs around, right? but as he reached the desk, he made the mistake of meeting jaebum's gaze. jinyoung's entire face instantly felt like it would burn right off. something about the guy made him very, very nervous. and jinyoung hated it.
"so you're my hard-to-get baby boy--" jaebum murmured as jinyoung took his seat.
"i don't have a daddy kink, thanks," jinyoung spat, "so you can fuck off and leave me alone."
jaebum just laughed at that. "i'm just joking around," he said in a low tone. "fancy unblocking me, babe?"
refusing to even speak to him, jinyoung got out a black marker and wrote in the middle of the desk:
NO
YOU ARE READING
UNBLOCKED
FanfictionJJPROJECT / ❝don't think i'm ever unblocking you❞ the first thing park jinyoung promises himself coming back to school after summer break? never date a fuckboy. after losing his friend youngjae to the clutches of the football team and the mysteriou...
