#7
"Are you always like this at school?" Jaehyun leaned in, whispering to Taeyong's ear.
Taeyong took a step away from the boy, who seemed to have aggressiveness glistening in his stares all of a sudden,"...I don't know what you're saying,plus,I have the right to stay silence."
Jaehyun chuckled at the frigidly bold statement which was nothing equivalent to his cautious moves.
"I mean your smile.Your friendly act against everyone.
You're like a different person compared to last night."
Various sounds started to aggregate, filling their silence as students gathered around and pass by the solitary spot.
"Why don't you ask yourself?" that was all what Taeyong blurted out under the intensified atmosphere, leaving the younger in a loss.
He turned his back away by instinct and reflex, unwilling to manage the stifling stagnation between anymore.
Little did he notice that on the other hand, Jaehyun wanted to continue the game.
Though he didn't want to stir up any hassle, though all he wanted was serenity without vexation, life always led him to a troublesome chaos.
Taeyong had fucked up his life before and wasn't even sure if he had gotten himself out of the mess now. He swore to never trip over the same thing again because he couldn't guarantee the fragile pieces of his broken heart be retrieved for the second time.
The teacher rubbed his temples and muttered under his breath,
"...Chittaphon you asshole."
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