Han Seojun

seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

kindergarten, age 4

“rock, paper, scissors!”

“wait a minute, you cheated again!”

“you were too late. let’s do it again.”

why don’t you just admit that you cheated?

_

kindergarten, age 5

“my painting!”

today you are painting your favorite animals in kindergarten. happily, you place your painting of a bunny on your desk before leaving to refill your water bottle.

when you return to your seat, it looks damaged. someone scribbled on it with red color.

“it doesn’t matter. my lion drawing looks so much better anyway.”

seojun grins evilly while holding your red crayon in his right hand.

usually you would just frown and walk away angrily.

i won’t let you off this day, i’ve been too patient, i deserve to say something too, don’t you think?

_

elementary school, age 6

“ten minutes, i promise! then it’s your turn.”

you are at the swings today and it’s seojun’s turn. ten minutes already passed and you start to get impatient.

“seojun-ah, ten minutes are over. can i swing now please?” sadly you ask with a little pout forming on your lips.

“what? no, y/n, can’t you count? it’s been five minutes not ten.”

he also mumbles, “honestly so annoying.”

no matter how sadly i talk, you keep a poker face. you’re an ice fairy who won’t budge at all.

_

elementary school, age 9

seojun and you have been sitting next to each other since kindergarten. most of the time takes more space, spreading his school supplies over your table, pushing you with his elbow while writing.

so you decided to draw a line right in the middle of the table, which is totally forbidden to cross.

“nice hair clip.”

when you turn your head to the left, you see seojun leaning forward, staring at your hair. his face is too close to yours which causes a strange feeling in your stomach. there’s a small smile on his face, his cat like eyes smiling as well.

oddly, you feel your face become hot and your heart is beating faster too.

should i see a doctor?

“t-thanks.” you mumble quietly while touching your hair clip, trying to avoid eye contact.

“is it new? i’ve never seen you wearing this one.”

“yes.”

why does he pay attention to what hair clip you’re using?

“looks cute on you.”

your eyes widen.

and so do his.

“alright! it looks alright on you.” he corrects himself quickly before clearing his throat.

his face is still close to yours and you wonder why you can’t focus on your school work but keep looking into his eyes.

not until something else catches your attention.

“you just crossed the line again! ah, please just follow the rules once!”

“oh, that…” he trails off while rubbing his neck, suddenly shy from his actions.

_

middle school, age 14

“we’re lost because of you!”

“what are you talking about?”

“you kept rejecting my ideas because you thought you knew better and now we’re lost in the forest.”

“y/n, stop complaining about everything. we’re gonna find a way out.”, seojun lets out an exaggerated sigh as his eyes search for a possible way out of the woods.

“i’m going now. find your way out by yourself.”,

impatiently, you scoff and head towards the opposite direction, leaving seojun to make your way out of this cursed forest. soon, you realize how bad that idea was, since you’re still stuck in there after a few hours.

when you eventually give up, you fall down on your knees and the first tears start running down your cheeks. the forest is cold, your whole body is shaking and your trembling fingers wipe away the tears. nervously, you sit on a rock, praying for someone to find you.

“y/n! are you there?”

to the sound of someone calling your name, you swiftly stand up.

“y/n, can you hear me? hello?”

han seojun!

finally he appears in front of you with a worried face. the moment his eyes land on yours, his face changes to relieved.

“thank god you’re here! i was looking for you everywhere. do you know how wor-”

before he can finish his sentence, you interrupt him by pulling him into a tight hug. you hide your face between his neck and shoulder as you hold firmly on his denim jacket. in fact, you’ve never felt so relieved to see seojun.

the boy himself looks shocked for a moment before he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you a little tighter than he usually would. with a soothing voice, seojun rubs your back in order to calm you down.

“it’s okay, i found you.”

when i see you i get happy again, i’m not sure about my feelings right now, it’s the 8th wonder of the world.

_

high school, age 16

“the upcoming show is the most important one for us. i’d like y/n to perform this time. i can tell that she improved a lot.”

your music teacher smiles at you which causes you to smile back even happier.

this is the best moment of your my life. performing in front of so many people! you out of so many others!

“let’s hear her play. i want everyone to agree with me.”

after you play your instrument everyone applauds with smiles on their faces.

except for han seojun.

“that was fantastic!” your teacher compliments you.

“miss kim, i’d like to try too.”

everyone watches seojun step on the stage with surprised looks, until he stands in front of you with raised eyebrows, a small smirk appearing on his face,

“may i?”

rude idiot.

“alright, then. let’s listen to seojun’s play too and decide who’ll play at the show.”

annoyed, you roll your eyes while crossing your arms over your chest. you leave the stage with loud steps and narrow your eyes during his whole performance. after he finishes, his eyes meet yours instantly with a rude smirk forming on his lips. you hate to admit, but he is really good. his musical talent is way better than yours. of course, han seojun always has to be better than you.

“wow! i’m speechless, really! that was wonderful!” everyone agrees with miss kim.

eventually, he gets the play. he steals your performance.

angrily, you pound your fist against the table, wanting to beat that stupid narcissistic smirk off his face. how dare he steal your performance? before you have the chance to snap at others in order to release your frustration, you leave the music room immediately.

why can’t he be happy for you, like a friend?

i’ll need to get my anger to melt you down, don’t cross the line

_

high school, age 18

it’s another monday morning and you’re walking on the hallway, on your way to your first class. unfortunately, you only had four hours of sleep since you spent the whole night writing your essay, which you forgot was due today. with dark circles, two different colored socks and hair up in a messy ponytail you increase your pace. you already had a quite stressful morning and couldn’t bear more stress, like getting scolded for being late.

speaking of the devil.

all of a sudden you feel someone grip your hair tightly only to pull down your hair tie, letting your hair fall over your shoulders.

with a shocked face you reach up a hand to touch your head and turn around swiftly, ready to face whoever dared to pull your hair so forcefully. somehow, you’re not surprised when you see the too familiar boy in front of you, swinging your hair tie in his hand, eyes focused on the pendant.

“are you crazy?!”, you hiss angrily and clench your hands into fists.

“good morning to you too, y/n. although, you don’t really look like you had a nice morning.”

with a false frown on his face he shakes his head while pressing his lips together.

when han seojun’s eyes land on you, he can’t believe his eyes. your ridiculous expression and your messy hair make him snort and laugh lightly. how come you look so cute when you’re angry?

“i’m not in the mood for getting teased.” you speak through your teeth with forced restraint.

the boy in front of you stares you up and down,

“are you a zombie or something?”

“yah! do you want to die?”, you kick his leg while trying to take away your hair tie from his grip but only end up stumbling over your feet when seojun backs away, arm stretched out, making it impossible for you to grab the hair tie.

before you can react, he starts running away which causes you too run after him,

“yah, han seojun!”

“you’re really a zombie!” he laughs with amusement, still running away from you.

_

maths class is clearly your least favorite as you struggle with solving the equation. when you almost get the result you feel someone hitting your chair. first you attempt to ignore it and continue doing your work. however, the hitting intensifies which causes you to let out an annoyed sigh and you abruptly turn around in your seat,

“what do you want?”

“do you have the answer for question two?”,

seojun whispers, knowing the teacher could ask him about it any moment.

“you’re at question two?”

that boy is really dumb.

“just answer the question, please don’t play with me right now.”

turning away in attempt to regain control of your features, you try to hide your amusement while looking up your solution for question two.

“it’s 37.5″ you whisper, turning back to him.

seojun looks confused, “i got -2.”

amused, you try to keep your laughter in while patting his soft hair,

“woah, you’re such a genius!”

instead of getting annoyed, a faint blush creeps on seojun’s face.

“han seojun, y/n, are you two bickering again?”

after warning you two, the teacher wants both of you two solve the question on the blackboard.

“agh, this is so annoying. this is your fault.” seojun mutters through his teeth, writing random numbers on the board.

“my fault? you were the one who asked for my help!” you whisper with disappointment before finishing the equation on the board. with a small smile you put the chalk back to its place.

“yah, y/n! don’t leave me!”

you hear seojun mutter with panic as you head back to your seat, unbothered.

_

in gym class you’re playing one of your least favorite games: dodgeball. you have no clue why everyone is absolutely obsessed with this game or how they convince the teacher to play it every single time. in fact, although you’re not the most athletic, you don’t have any problems with gym class. however, when it comes to dodgeball you tend to hide in the back until you’re the only one left.

you can already predict your teammates’ complaints about you, when the last but one player is out, leaving you alone in the area. frightened you look up to spot han seojun on the other side with the ball in his hand, already aiming at you. he looks ready to throw the ball right into your face. instead of attempting to catch the ball, you close your eyes for a moment, hiding your face with your arms.

everyone watches seojun with anticipation, expecting him to throw the ball at you forcefully. however, the boy himself lowers his arm and his face softens when he throws the ball at your leg softly. you think you would feel the pain in any moment and prepare yourself but you’re surprised when you only feel the ball lightly hit your leg.

next you hear loud cheers from the opponent team as they hug seojun to celebrate their win. whereas your team groans frustrated.

“you could have easily caught that one!”,

chorong whines but keeps quiet when he notices han seojun glaring at him from the other side of the room.

after that, your teacher tells you to pair up. instantly you look around to see everyone happily clutching to their partners. yet, soon you wonder why everyone is surrounding you, staring at you with anticipation. are they surprised that you still don’t have a partner? are they going to make fun of you?

what’s your problem you crazy people-

for the second time this week you feel someone grab your hair. it’s like your’re frozen on spot when a certain someone brushes their fingers over your soft hair. seojun then takes the hair tie from his own wrist (which he had stolen from you) and ties your hair into a ponytail. besides that, you can feel the closeness of his body to yours when he eventually holds your shoulders in order to turn you around.

almost everyone watches you with curious eyes, whispering to each other with surprised faces.

“friends, my foot.” you hear sua chuckle.

he bends down to your height, his face now right in front of yours. still surprised from his actions, you are unable to say anything as you watch him with a blank face. the color of your cheeks turn into a darker shade of crimson when seojun smiles at you happily and brushes a few strands of hair behind your ear before pinching your cheeks,

“we’re partners. right, zombie?”

and you have absolutely no clue if you want to hug him or punch him in the face.

_

last night seojun and his mum visited you. mostly, they talked about you two. your mum complained about you staying up too long and seojun’s mother complained about seojun‘s obsession with his motorcycle. she worried about him getting hurt to which your mother agreed as well. unintentionally, you revealed that he almost ran you over once, which made seojun’s mum set limits. at first he was mad at you for betraying him like that, but soon he noticed your worried face and decided to tease you a little about it.

now you’re eating lunch at your usual seat next to kim chorong. shortly after, seojun arrives and takes a seat next to you. you only mutter a quiet hello, mouth stuffed with rice, and don’t bother looking up. the sound of keys dropping on the table catches your attention. your eyes wander from seojun’s keys to himself.

“since you worry about me so much, you can have my keys.”

“what?” you swallow your food and frown.

“i won’t ride my bike anymore. you know, because you don’t like it.” he shrugs with a hidden smug and starts eating afterwards.

“yah! are you guys dating behind my back?” chorong pouts after hearing seojun’s words.

“i really don’t know what you’re on. are you sick?” you ignore chorong’s whining and focus on the other boy next to you, who peacefully eats his food.

“nah, i’m completely fine. ah and-” he stops before swallowing his food, “my bike is in front of your house.”

“why?” slightly annoyed, you scrunch up your face.

“because he-” before chorong can finish his sentence, seojun interrupts him,

“because you worry about me.”

“you’re my friend, of course i do.” you shrug and give him a confused look.

suddenly seojun feels like he failed the attempt to tease you. in fact, he’s taken aback by your statement. definitely, he wasn’t expecting you to answer like that. the boy stops chewing for a moment and stares at you.

“i don’t know why you had to leave it in front my house, though. now my brother is going to ask stupid questions.” you groan.

seojun clears his throat, not knowing what to say. neither of you notice chorong shaking his head, mumbling about how oblivious you are.

when you finish eating you grab seojun’s keys, ready to leave,

“i’ll still take these, though!”

_

a few weeks later a new student called lee suho transfers to your school. since his first day, everyone has been curious about the mysterious boy, who usually spends time alone. you notice that he doesn’t really talk to anyone, although all the girls fangirl over him.

surprisingly, suho and you get closer to each other after one day you talk to him during english class. the young boy seems like a kind and cool person, who only has trouble opening up to people. soon, suho is comfortable with talking to you about anything and you end up being good friends.

clearly, seojun notices your sudden closeness to the new student. something about it seems to bother him. he feels like throwing up when he spots you laughing at whatever he said, or even when he helps you with homework.

why does it had to be you? there are so many other girls in your high school but the quiet guy decided to befriend you?

_

“so you and y/n, huh?”

as you exit the library to make your way home, you hear han seojun talk to someone in the hallways. hearing your name catches your attention and you quickly hide behind a wall.

“y/n? she’s a really nice girl. i’m glad to have her as my friend.”,

it seemed like seojun was talking to suho.

“you’re saying that she’s your friend?”, seojun chuckles falsely.

“yes, why?”

“you should stay away from her.”

“what?”

“it’s only a matter of time before she breaks your heart.”

what is he talking about?

“what do you mean?” suho asks with a confused voice.

“you heard me. don’t be her friend. she’s not the person you think she is.”

“i don’t think she’s two-faced. besides, aren’t you the one who’s around her the whole time?”

“that’s why i know.”

you couldn’t bear listening to them any longer and walk towards the other direction. you couldn’t believe your ears. why would han seojun say these things about you? sure, he teased you, messed with you and constantly acted unfair but you’d never think that he’d go this far. your disappointment soon turns into anger when you walk home with angry tears.

should i just let it pass? should i just go to you and hold your hand? should i just close my eyes and start over?

not a chance, no!

_

“why?”, you ask with a tightness in your chest as you stand in front of han seojun, near the school gate.

“why, what?”

“why do you hate me so much?”

after hearing your question, seojun frowns.

“i don’t hate you-”

“really? that’s why you told suho i’m a snitch?”

his eyes widen.

“yes, i heard that but what if i didn’t? would you lie to me about it and fake it till you make it?”

“listen-”

“no, you listen!”

seojun is taken aback by your anger. in fact, he has never seen you act this way, despite of the countless arguments you had.

“you’ve treated me badly many times and i never said anything but you know what’s worse? i thought we were friends."

there’s no way that han seojun would fail to see the disappointment written in your eyes. he feels his heart ache.

"we are friends, y/n.”

“then explain me why you’ve been acting like that. tell me why you told suho those things about me or, i don’t know, why you stole my audition. is that what friendship is to you?”

silence. not even a single word escapes his mouth. the boy fears of losing you. is it already too late? would he even be able to make things better if he opened his mouth? he doubts so. if anything, he would make things worse. however, you don’t fail to notice how he wants to tell you something. seojun looks like he’s about to explain everything, all the truth. but he doesn’t.

“that’s what i thought.”, you nod but with a tightness to it, eyes avoiding his for a moment.

i don’t mean anything to you, i never meant anything to you. you just used me and messed with me.

“don’t talk to me again. i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

the boy in front of you gives you a long stare and noticeably gulps, unable to say anything. perhaps, if words would leave his mouth, if he could at least apologize, you would forgive him and continue your friendship. as a matter of fact, you hoped for him to do it. however, seeing that he doesn’t bother apologizing, you realize that all this time you’ve been fooled. without waiting any longer, you eventually leave.

maybe forever?