33. deja vu

"SEOJUN! YA SEOJUN-AH..."

Han Seojun looked at the direction of the voice, he was not fully himself after what had happened on the rooftop. He was confused, startled, messed up and if he was not wrong, still reliving the moments by replaying it in his head. The rest of the school period was needlessly a blur for the boy, how he came back to class was a mystery to him.

"Seojun?" A boy from behind him poked the boy with his pencil, and Seojun immediately got up in his seat earning laughter and chuckles from everyone around.

"WAE!" Seojun yelled, looking at the boy with a glare as he rubbed his back. "What?"

The boy pointed ahead at the teacher who was clearly not amused, languages clearly was not his strongest subject. The teacher was calling out to him because he was day dreaming, then Jugyeong and Su-ah called out to him, then the people around him did yet he did not get out of the trance until a sharpened pencil was bruised in his skin. The teacher asked him to repeat what was asked and of course, Han Seojun could not repeat anything but the kiss in the back of his mind and was asked to leave.

Without wasting time, he leaped out of the class with his bag in his hand and stood at the entrance of the adjacent classroom. He waved to Chorong asking him to get out of class immediately and ignored his pleading eyes, pointing at his bag and then at the door. Within a minute, Chorong yelled aloud in class, screaming cockroach and that scared half of them and once it was known to be a prank, he himself bowed and exited the class. Seojun grabbed Chorong as they walked down the stairs.

"I am going to get called in the principal's office again..." Chorong cried, the things he had to do for Seojun. "YA what was so imp-"

"I kissed Kang Soojin."

Chorong froze. Han Seojun took ten steps to realise that the boy was not with him, rather still back in the hallway. Seojun sighed, going back to get the dramatic best friend of his who was standing with a pose to match the renaissance. "Ya, snap back you idiot."

Hastily, Chorong looked at Seojun, "YOU KISSED KANG SO-" Before he could blurt everything out and let the entire school know about it, Seojun covered his mouth with his palms and everything else was muffled down.

"Shut up, Chorong... Aish... you are going to make me wanna jump off the roof." With that Seojun pulled the hefty Chorong away from the eyes staring at them and out of school, hand still on his mouth. Once they were out on the ground, Chorong was released out of the hold and he held Seojun's shoulder.

"Kang Soojin?" He asked, disbelief, distaste and horror pasted on his face, "Kang Soojin out of everyone, YA! What were you thinking?" Chorong let out a slight shiver, more so of cringe and disgust on the picture of Seojun kissing Soojin, "the mere thought makes me want to hurl."

"Cut it," Han Seojun shook his head, taking Chorong's hands off him. "And it is not a big deal, I have kissed a lot many girls before."

"Yes, but you liked them. Wait-" Chorong paused, tilting his head and examining the confused Seojun, "do you like Soojin..."

"ANDWAE!" Seojun denied it at once, shaking his head, "I could never like Kang Soojin." They walked past the wandering students, heading towards the parking lot. "You know I like Jugyeong."

"Then why did you kiss Soojin?" Chorong shrugged, to him this was not making any sense. "You like Jugyeong, but you kissed Soojin, so is it because you like Soojin, or you don't like Jugyeong, or you confused between them, or Soojin tricked you into kissi-"

"YA," Seojun turned and glared at his friend, "Soojin did not tricked me, instead I kissed her firs- OWWW"

Chorong had pounced on him, excitedly with the slaps he gave and a grin followed, "Jinjja? You kissed her first? WAE?"

That was a good question. Wae? Why did Seojun kiss Soojin, was it because she looked really pitiful and he tried to lift her spirits up or was it because he hated seeing her so low and crippled and he did the first thing his mind thought off. Also her lips were painfully calling out to him, so he was not entirely to be blamed if they were being reasonable.

WHAT WAS HE THINKING!

"I gotta go, I am going..."

"Where?" Chorong asked as Seojun plopped on his bike, starting the engine, "to kiss Soojin again?" He raised his eyebrows, teasing his best friend only to get an icy look.

"To meet her and ask her what happened."

"Right and then kiss her?"

Seojun took a deep breath, putting his helmet back on, "move before I run you over." Chorong chuckled moving out of the way nevertheless, and Seojun zoomed out of the school, heading straight to Soojin's house with nothing but the kiss imprinted in his mind, the taste of her lips lingering and her cold hands wrapped around his neck driving him insane.

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Kang Soojin never regretted anything. She did not regret bullying Jugyeong, she did not regret trying to kiss Suho, or the fact that she had destroyed her own life with her own hands. Regrets made life miserable and she already had a chain of miseries to worry about, so being regretful was not on her list of priorities.

But the kiss, the one thing she let herself go out of bounds, the one time she let herself loose was becoming closer to regret for the girl. The entire way from the rooftop to her house, Soojin only kept wondering what was wrong with her that she kissed Seojun when she should have pushed him away. Especially since this was all part of his game, his stupid plan of hurting her and she was very easily letting him win. Because, clearly this was hurting her, not because she kissed Seojun, but because she felt so much more when she did.

And that she wanted to kiss him again.

"Why did I go with this stupid stupid stupid deal. Why could I not behave like a normal person and leave! What the fuck is wrong with me?" She muttered, shutting her eyes as she reached the door and was about to enter her passcode when she heard loud yelling and she knew it was yet another screaming match between their parents. In all of this, she forgot that it was still the day of death and it was still the same old miserable life for her.

She stepped back, and would have escaped if it was not Suho who opened the door. They looked at each other, the screaming was too loud for them to ignore it. Suho sighed, he reached for her hand without waiting for Soojin to react and pulled her in closing the door behind them. Her mind was too messed up to react and Suho was just as awkward as she was with formal greetings.

"Stay here," He said, hands in the pockets of his track pants and his wet hair falling on his face. "I'll get you something to eat, you look... you can stay here for as long as you want." He comforted her with a set of words Soojin never heard from him and they were friends since they were little kids.

Suho was always moping for his share of pain and never looked at anyone other than Jugyeong, and hence all of this hospitality seemed too overwhelming for her. But, beggars could not be choosers and any place was better than hell so she nodded, sitting on the corner seat of the sofa.

She had been here a lot many times, Suho had shifted out when Se-yeon died and he had a fallout with his father and after that this was the first time she was here. She was glad he and his father had made up and a little jealous too but coming back to the point, she felt out of place here.

Weird how she knew everything about Suho, this house, and their past and she still felt like a stranger.

What in the world was she thinking when she fell for him?

But then, when did people think and fall in love.

Soojin sat back and sighed again, playing with the hem of bag's strap and watching nothing but the lamp light flicker slightly. Her heart was pounding, the way her parents were fighting would mean that she was soon to be a punching bag for them and then the kiss at the back of her mind, everything was making her insane.

What happened to the girl who was once perfect and had nothing to worry about.

She'd trade places with legit anyone at the moment so she could be at peace even for a single tiny second.

"Here," Suho offered her fresh fruit juice and Soojin thanked him, placing the same on the coffee table without any intention to drink it. Suho watched her with a slight dismay, "I squeezed the hell out of the oranges to give you the drink and you kept it aside like it was nothing."

Soojin eyed the boy, and then at the drink, she was too lost to notice that it was orange juice. "Mian, I am just not..." She paused at the flickering of her mobile and the nervousness took over the awkwardness when Seojun's number flashed on screen.

Wannabe Gangster 😎 calling....

She had changed the username when he had changed hers to something childish. She had forgotten about it until now. Suho watched the girl stare at the phone until it stopped ringing and wondered who making Soojin nervous, and why would a gangster call her?

Was she in an underground fighting club like Seojun had once suspected her off?

"Who is it?" Suho asked, sitting across from her. Before Soojin could answer him, the call interrupted them and Soojin considered it better to answer the call than answer Suho.

"Where are you?"

"What?"

"Where are you? I am at your place?"

"WHAT?"

"Where are you?"

"YA michaso? What are you doing here?"

"Are you at home? I need to talk..."

"Ani, don't do that. You cannot do that."

"Then come down."

"I am not- Han Seojun." Soojin got up at once, and Suho was marveled at the caller id because he would have never guessed Seojun to be at the other end. "I am at Suho's house. List-" But Soojin heard a beep sound and she could not believe the audacity of the guy to cut her call like that.

"Han Seojun?" Suho tilted his head, standing up and facing the anxious Soojin, her hands were rubbing against the other, "what does he want from you?" He was curious, his best friend paired with his childhood friend, a match he would have never imagined. "Is everything okay?"

No everything is not okay, I am feeling sick of this place, my parents are screaming their lungs out and the boy I kissed wants to meet me whilst the boy I tried kissing is right here too.

"I-"

The doorbell rang and Suho excused himself to open the door, and in came a very unhappy Han Seojun who glanced at Soojin and then at Suho. This was feeling too familiar to him, and he hated how the girls he was entangled with were also related to Lee Suho. He ignored Suho and walked towards the girl, "I want to talk to you." He was finding it difficult to meet her eyes and Soojin was hardly focusing on his face, she was averting her gaze.

"I don't want to talk about anything."

"I don't care," Seojun held her hand, grabbing her and heading towards the door. "Let's go."

However a tug kept Soojin behind and Seojun turned to see Suho holding her other hand, stopping her from moving out whilst Soojin looked at Suho like he had two heads. Just moments ago her cold hands were making her anxious, and now each of them were under the hold of two guys. Suho was eyeing Seojun, he was upset at how aggressive Seojun was getting and Seojun was not going to let go another girl for Suho.

This deja vu was not going to get to him.

"She does not want to talk, leave her hand." Suho said, coldly, glaring at Seojun whilst Seojun chuckled.

"Stay out of this Lee Su, not everything revolves around you." Seojun's voice was soft but equally dangerous and Soojin looked at both the boys.

Han Seojun's hold on her hand was much firmer than Suho's tug on her wrist. What in the webtoon was happening to her? Seriously, she'd trade places with anyone at this moment than being in the middle of this mess.

"I need to talk to you..." Seojun met Soojin's eyes, this time with a softer more calmer hold and Soojin gulped. Since when did she melt at Seojun's puppy gazes? "Please."

She nodded at him and Suho left her hand instantly, watching the duo leave without turning back. Seojun pulled her but stopped midway when they heard the quarreling couple from inside the house scream Soojin's name. Her father was muttering curses and degrading her, her mother did nothing to defend her name and Soojin could feel her soul being pierced with needles, each painful than the other.

"Let's go..." Soojin took the lead and walked downstairs whilst Seojun followed, whatever he wanted to say was forgotten and all he felt was...

Guilt.

He was feeling guilty and maybe the urge to hug Soojin. This time not to let go.

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