thursdays don’t always turn out the way he expects them to. there are a million reasons why, and he’s never come to terms with any of them. if you look at it in a rose-coloured perspective, all the better things in his life ( so far, anyway ) have befallen him on respective thursdays. he met blue yi on a thursday, and although inho knows it’s pretty much useless at this point, he wishes he could still go back to that thursday and flip a switch in his mind so that maybe, just maybe, he would have walked right past the blue-haired boy instead of stopping and saying hello. he wishes he could go back, wishes he could save himself the heartbreak that would come much, much later. he can only hope. thing is, even if there are time machines somewhere on the face of this earth, he would be among the last to get a shot at it. he doesn’t think he’s done enough to warrant such a privilege. most good things come with slightly more lacklustre conclusions, and he supposes that’s exactly what they are. blue, eyes wide and pleading ( for him to stay, stay ) and inho, eyes closed and already far, far away. it was too late to save anyone, too late to get out, but blue tried. and inho thinks that’s the worst part of it all. that he couldn’t bring himself to care enough about someone who loved him to the moon and probably beyond that, couldn’t bring himself to at least try. he thinks about this as he watches blue from across the room, fingers drumming incessantly on the marbled countertop, lips set in a straight line. he hasn’t seen the other in so, so long, he can almost feel blue’s fingertips ghosting down the length of his spine again.
“ if you refer to the screen, you’ll find that i’ve already paired you up for this project. i’m sure you’re absolutely thrilled. get to it. ” he barely hears the lecturer’s words, and has to shake himself out of his dwam before he can collect his thoughts and remember why he’s here in the first place. upon recalling that it’s a life science and biochemistry workshop, he flinches a little and decides never to sign up for another one. he scans down the long list of names on the screen, and feels his heart drop to his stomach when he sees the six letters of blue’s full name printed next to his.
most people would call it bad luck but to blue, it was everything but bad luck to have a class with inho. the class was huge, over 40 students, so blue knew not to be an idiot to sit closer to him. he’s a teacher’s pet and proud of it so he usually sits front and center so that he could hear everything and see everything the professor says and writes, especially if it’s a science class. however, if he was in front of him, inho would be out of his sight. so, he sits across from him, as far as he could. blue never sees him. not because he couldn’t but because it’s easier for the both of them. easier on inho, mostly, probably. blue loved him--still does--but he loved inho too much. it was overbearing, blue knows that. he’s too much to everyone he meets. he loves to help, to protect, to be a shoulder to cry on. that makes a perfect friend. that also makes an overbearing boyfriend. blue knew that was the reason why, perhaps there was something more but digging too deep into the break up doesn’t make him feel any better. after inho broke up with blue, he could feel himself taking ten steps away from inho and five steps away from everyone else.
before even looking at the screen, he knows that anyone would be lucky to be his partner. blue’s the smartest in his department and most of his partners ended up mooching off his work. the senior looked up and scanned the list and had to double take when the only name that could fit perfectly in the situation was next to his. blue ran his fingers through his dyed hair, processing and trying to figure out which higher being loved to see blue suffer. but, like always, life wasn’t fair and blue had to deal with it. he grabbed his bag and made his way across the room and in front of inho’s desk. there he was, in all his beauty. inho looked good, better probably now that blue wasn’t in his life anymore. this was the first time he was allowed to look at him for longer than half a second. he gave a hesitant smile to his exboyfriend and said, “uh, hi. uhm, i can talk to the professor if you want a different partner. i mean, given the circumstances, uhm, yeah.” inho was the only person in the world that made him question his own words and blue wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
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