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shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t. all words could never apply to just one individual, as they weren’t meant for various situations, experiences, beings. yet, in some way he found himself applyin’ them all to one singular individual. one that consistently was on his radar, one that by chance or fate — - always within a certain radius of him. despite the academy being rather large, it was as if anything he did, he couldn’t escape the boy. frustration coursed through his veins, unlike before where anything but negative emotions found their way into his HEART around him. & now, now was certainly no differnent than any other fuckin’ time.
lio had merely been scavenging the library for a textbook that was in high demand for one of their assignments. a textbook that was rare to locate because accordin’ to their professor, there were only a few in the world — - & those few had been LOCATED in their library specifically. so, what were the odds when he stumbled across what appeared the ending of a ment. or, a fight as far as he could actually witness. well aware that it was none of his business nonetheless if he were to step in, then he’d be askin’ for a fight for himself which was something the male certainly was not in the mood for at the moment. however, once lio had caught sight of whomst the victim was of such cruelty, his heart sort of dropped to his stomach.
however, he knew if he were to step in then he’d never hear the end of it from yongbin himself. those words ECHOING in his head once again ; shouldn’t save him, couldn’t comfort him, wouldn’t do it. that was until all of his conscious flew out the window. hands in pockets, he dared to follow the smaller until he was finally recognized. ‘ bet you fucked ‘em up real good, with your big mouth, huh ? right where it hurts, you’re good at that. ’
BACK WHEN THEY WERE fresh to hearst , though the smaller claims a steely memory to be hazy : the simple fact was that yonbin hates to admit that it had been at first sight when he fell head over heels for lio . not surprising that in the little things he found a romance blooming : his goofy smile that spanned a little too wide at the seams , the tips of his ears flushing when a compliment was received , it was all so unbecoming of somebody unattainable , a legacy at that : like one of the protagonists of his video games come to life . pretty much other - worldly with his prettiness , and an infectious personality about him that had him wanting more . ( and more , zero did get , in time . that was one thing neither of them could dismiss , much to their dismay . )
❛ weren’t you the one to say a rat’s only good for squeaking ? ah no , probably one of your asshole friends . not that it makes much difference in the end eh ? can’t tell the difference between any of you much anymore . ❜ yonbin utters , already knowing how resentful those words sound , almost wincing as he inhales another drag of the cigarette –– and this time it’s not all to do with the gash on his cheek still leaking out like a ruptured pipe . of all the legacies he didn’t have such a weighty history with them as he did lio , nor did he think he ever would , either . did zero ultimately care that he dismissed what had transpired between them ? yes , of course . but did he also wish that their history ceased to exist in totality ? now that’s something he’s not quite so sure about , drawing blanks when recalling back to that period of time in his life .
❛ what one of you says , all of you believe . that’s just how it is when you’re all sheep who follow one another in the hopes to impress somebody , hm ? so spare me that holier than thou bullshit . i’d rather be a little outspoken and risk pissing people off than say the right things at the right time to kiss someone’s ass . call me anything your creative little mind can think of , lio . but you can’t call me a people pleaser . ❜ maybe that’s why we broke up in the first place lays on the tip of his tongue , inching to add insult to injury . but for once in his life , yonbin takes a hint and locks his jaw instead , deciding that ultimately he doesn’t want to risk his right eye purpling in a perceptible pair with his already wounded left .
