And it is with the feeling of total hate that he walks through the corridor and towards the boy he needs to talk to. Not that he needs to talk to him, exactly to him, but true is he has very few people he’d go to with that request. It’s not that he and Jae are exactly close, the two of them have always been nothing but civil to each other as classmates, and maybe that is why he decided to ask him for this favor of all people. Maybe because Jae seems nice enough to not make fun of him, or maybe look at him with that face that says:
Kim Taehyun? Working out?
Yeah, yeah, big joke that is. But he still has his last exam check up in his mind, his doctor’s face all solemn as he told he needed to get his shit together. Well, sure he didn’t say it with those words, but that was basically what he meant. That Taehyun needed a better diet and a routine of exercising. Hell, in other words. And this is why he is here. In the gym. Right by Jae’s side. Wanting to die.
“Jae-sshi,” he calls, as polite and nice as he can. No point in asking for a favor while acting like a little shit, “Can we talk? Privately?”