[M] Failure (1/1)

A/N: Hey guys! I rated the story because just to be safe against the rules. No smut or nothing don't worry because I'm trying my best to keep this fic a smut-clean fic as much as possible. I'd like to hear from you guys of your opinions on the story so far and how the progress of it and if there is enough depth on Kyungsoo's character. It would be great if I get some input from you guys to give myself a heads up after hell week 1 is over because yes I was so stressed up I wrote this chapter in the midst of my studying schehdule. Once again, thank you for your time to reading my story and thank you to all my existing and new subscribers. You guys are the best :)     Kyungsoo’s POVMy life was a mess, literally. I could feel myself emptying my soul and my feelings were hanging on a thin line of desperation. I felt empty, like something was missing. I felt like a hollow shell. Amusingly, I found myself concentrating all those bad vibes into studying to take my mind off the thoughts haunting me. It proved as an excellent escape since my National exams are approaching soon. I tried my best to avoid the hallways and cafeteria most of the time. A routine had been instilled into me to head to school earlier than usual and then spending my night at cram school. I know I did not need to stay behind for cram school since I usually had completed my homework before school ended but if that would mean lesser time to think of a certain someone, I would grasp that opportunity. I could feel the physical fatigue slowly taking a toll on my body but it was a refreshing change and kept me from thinking of Jongin. I had to push myself, I have to keep up. I have to forget. Ever since the ‘news’ broke out like wildfire, I get weird and judging stares from the student body from whatever rumors were floating. I found myself being the topic of the school and this time it was not for my stellar results. I slowly found myself distancing from Baekhyun because I could not help but feel guilty and fearful the auburn-haired boy would strike a conversation about Jongin who used to be the topic most commonly discussed between the both of us. I still do listen to Chanyeol’s incoherent chatter about how Jongin is perfect and handsome. I sometimes smile at how my best friend’s eyes sparkle whenever he talk about the person he likes. Occasionally I would take my spaceman Pororo to sleep with me and just reminisced of the sweet memories I once shared with the person who bought it for me.~~~~~ Jongin’s POV Baekhyun had informed me recently of how his neighbor would be heading to school earlier and I knew the reason was to avoid me. SM High had been buzzing after the news of our break up and it irks me hearing gossips of how they scrutinize my Kyungie as though they had known him personally. I had to restrain myself a couple of times whenever Kris or the other basketball members I usually hang out with trash talked about Kyungsoo because deep down I know, everything is wrong and it was my fault. Gay.Fag.Loser.Stepping stone.  Today I turned up an hour earlier than usual to an empty school and waited by a row of lockers hoping to catch and finally talk things out after our sudden break up. I had so much to say, so many questions to ask and answers to be responded to. I had enough of waiting, Baekhyun had told me to approach the petite boy the very next day but I just could not do that. I could not bring anymore misery or pain to him but now I felt I was the right thing to do. I finally hear the sound of footsteps pacing in my direction and my heart begins to beat faster, unable to contain my joy and excitement to finally see his face again. He looked skinnier and his eyes although down-casted displayed more prominent eye bags, concealing his big doe eyes that I love so much. He looked terrible and I could not help but feel it was my fault, definitely my fault. He didn’t stop by me but continued towards his locker to deposit and take out some school materials as though he had programmed his body to do so. I watched as his half-awake body closed the locker and walked in my direction. I tried to stand in his way but I watched as he walked pass me yet again, eyes fixated to the floor and continue to scurry past the empty hallway which I now seldom see him walk by. I let out a sigh as I watched the back view of his narrow shoulders disappear pass the corridor. Kyungsoo’s POV I collapsed upon turning the corridor, slumping my back against the white wall when I realize he would not come after me much to my relief. I could not help but breakdown in tears, I could not face Jongin, not like this. I wiped my tear stricken face as I fished my phone from my pocket to answer the call. “Kyungsoo! I thought I told you to at least wait for me before leaving your house, where are you now?” “School. Sorry Yeol.” “I’m on my way now! I’d see you at the rooftop okay?” I hummed in agreement before hanging up the call. I totally forgot about the most recent agreement I made with my overprotective best friend. I stood up from my position and adjusted the folds and wrinkles formed on my uniform and dusted away the dirt off my school pants before I tugged my school bag and climbed the stairs. The rooftop is a scenic place to just chill and relax, letting the cool wind breeze warm my cheeks. I laid myself on the floor with my bag used as a pillow as I stared at the sky turn from a dark hue of blue to the clear blue sky and clouds slowly became visible and dotted the brightened sky. I did not wait long before I hear the door swung open and I hear two voices bickering. “Shut up Chanyeol” “No you shut up Bacon-hyung” “Kyungsoo!” I heard Baekhyun called out my name as he ran towards me and I sat up from my position only to have my neighbor trying to hide behind my back away from my best friend and using me as a human shield. Chanyeol with his long limbs hugged me and easily pulled Baekhyun away from me letting out a yelp as Chanyeol put him in a headlock. “I told you not to follow me up here didn’t I?” “Well, I have the freedom of choice don’t I? Ahh Chanyeol that hurts!” Baekhyun gave the boy a nudge to the ribs, successfully making Chanyeol loosen his grip to clutch the injured area. The auburn-haired boy’s eyes widen in awareness and started apologizing profusely and giving Chanyeol’s chest rubs. “If someone else saw your rubbing his chest and hearing Chanyeol’s moans people will definitely have a different take of the situation” I chuckled. I immediately stopped, noticing how my lips had curled upwards and a slight flutter in my stomach had felt. I had laughed genuinely after so long. It was not the first time Chanyeol had stood up for me and taken the punch intended on me. I felt bad every time he unconsciously rubbed the injured area but that probably compared to nothing against the purplish and black patches across my stomach. I was lucky that the aggressors this time around were smarter to only punch in places hidden from the naked eye. I vowed to never tell Chanyeol or Baekhyun because I know I deserved this. I was what they call a useless trash of society for seducing SM High’s popular boy. Class is still a good half an hour to go and the school was getting noisier as student started to fill it. Chanyeol and Baekhyun tried hard to make me smile again, just like how I had unintentionally chuckled earlier but no matter how hard they try to reenact the moment, I felt my smile did not reach my eyes like they usually do. Baekhyun and Chanyeol had been patient with me, giving space so that when I am ready to finally talk about sudden break up but the longer they waited, the more anxious both became. I tried hard to steer away the topic by randomly bombarding them with other questions. Just thinking about the situation made my heart ached and remembering passing by him earlier today, I was glad he had not found or followed Chanyeol or Baekhyun up here. I was not going to crack or reveal anything.Never. The bell finally ran, signaling the commencement of lessons in ten minutes time. We finally left the rooftop and Baekhyun bade farewell to me and Chanyeol, heading the other direction. “You know, I can’t wait to get out of this place and finally start dancing without having to think about studies” Chanyeol whispered into Kyungsoo’s ears as the teacher continued to drone about the paradox of Shakespeare. “Me too Yeol, me too.” I deadpanned. I wanted to be out of here too. As soon as possible.  ~~~~ Lunch passed by with me and Chanyeol having lunch in the math clubroom courtesy of Junmyeon loaning us the room key. Although Chanyeol was still a little awkward with Junmyeon, I could feel Junmyeon being his normal self; caring and warm.“Did he eat a different type of medicine after breaking up with me or something?” Chanyeol beckoned after Junmyeon had left the room. I gave him a slight nudge to his ribs and again he held it but this time a little too dramatically. Before I could respond, I heard the door knock and an eager bubbly voice at the other end wanting to be led in. I opened the door to let the bubbly boy in who immediately collapsed onto the beanbags after crossing over Chanyeol who was still on the floor trying to get me to feel guilty for hitting him in the ribs. I ignored him and sat beside Baekhyun who offered me a kimbap which I gladly munched down on. After noticing I was not going to care about him, my best friend stood up and puffed his cheeks before settling beside Baekhyun on the same beanbag, causing the boy to slightly leap out of his position and landing into the taller boy’s laps. Flustered Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun onto the floor and both of them started to quarrel…yet again. I tried my best to ignore the duo asking me whose fault it was as I opened my history textbook and notes and started revising again. I was going to ace the upcoming quiz after lunch no matter what. The old history teacher decided it would be efficient if he marked the quiz on the spot, much to majority of the student’s disapproval of wanting to not know their devastating results so soon. I got back my results and felt accomplished with myself. This is what hard work is I told myself, mentally giving myself a pat on the back. “How did you do? What you aced it? Ugh as usually the smarty pants Do Kyungsoo” Chanyeol scoffed and I replied rolling my eyes. He did farewell too, getting an “A” for the quiz but I still topped the class as usual. I felt relaxed for once because this is the comfortable feeling I should and had always gotten, people talking about my results and not about the rumor. Deep down I shuddered when I made eye contact with Kris and his couple of goons who merely smirk at me when they heard what my best friend had said. I know what would come my way if any of them managed to corner me alone.