୨⌣ㅤtrust﹒ep 19

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(ㅅ´ ˘ `)ㅤㅤtrustㅤ˚ ˖ㅤepisode 19ㅤ⬭۫. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙ ୨୧ ﹚ㅤꔫ﹒ㅤseason 2ㅤ♡ ̫° ୧ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⭒ Yuji ran downstairs, not caring if sweat was all over his face. His bag was almost dropping off his shoulder, so he grasped it hard. He noticed Chulseo standing in the yard, leant against the wall. "Chul!" He said, running towards him. Yuji let go of his bag, dropping it on the floor besides Chulseo. "How was your exam?" Chulseo asked, taking his hands out of his pocket and crossing his arms. "I think I fjkd up!!" Yuji groaned, making fake crying noises. "Aww, dummy." Chulseo laughed, patting his head. "Don't worry, you're known as the physics god in your class, you pretty much aced it!!". Yuji looked at Chulseo's eyes, although Chulseo was a rude, little demon, he still had the brightest view of the most darkest and negative things. "You're right!" Yuji beamed. "Anyhow.. you gave chemistry right?" "No we had math. Jihoon and Mihao are still giving it. I'm the only one out of class 3 that's out already." "You checked it right?" He asked. "Yea.. shame Daniel transferred schools, or I'd cheat from him." Chulseo groaned. "He was the best at math! Mihao looks smart, but he's horrible at math. He can do biology and Chinese better." "Well Mihao's grandfather is Chinese, no doubt." Yuji chuckled. "How's Jihoon though?" "That bstrd is even more dumb than me!!" Chulseo gritted his teeth, letting go of his bag. "How can someone be so dumb??" Yuji laughed. He didn't have the best time at home, after all he lived with his stepmother, who was always drnkng. He would do all the chores, take care of her, make food, study, sleep, study, work, then study. That was his life. The reason he loved going to school was his friends, the only source of happiness he had. And Yunseo of course! "How 'bout Yunseo and Seojin?" Chulseo said, slowly kicking a pebble. "Them? Yunseo must be done by now.. but Seojin.. he said his brother had to visit the hospital for his leg, so he didn't have time to study last night." Yuji sighed. "Urgh that poor boy.. I've seen him a couple of times, he's the copy paste of Seojin!! But more mature than Seojin." Chulseo chuckled. "Hope he gets better.." He continued, sighing. "How's Sujin?" Yuji asked. "That boy..?" Chulseo turned grumpy. "You still fight with him?" "WHAT! DONT TELL ME YOU LIKE HIM. HUMPH.." Chulseo said, acting like a child. Sujin walked over to them, his crimson eyes glaring at Yuji. "Hello." He said, with his hoarse voice. "Ah Sujin!!" Yuji beamed. Chulseo grunted. "Tsk.. Hi." Sujin settled down his bag on the bench, sitting next to it. "How was your exam?" Yuji smiled. "Good." Sujin responded, his eyes looking scary, but Yuji didn't mind it. "Thats good!" "Sujin." Chulseo said, sighing. "We have Chinese next, prepare yourself, you're awful at language." He rolled his eyes. Sujin just stared, making him shiver. "HEY... STOP STARING." Chulseo shouted. Mihao walked to them. "Hey, Kang Chulseo, I can hear your voice from the stairway. Lower it." He said, frowning. "Okay school council president, urgh!" Chulseo grunted, rolling his eyes pt2. "Damn mad annoying you are!" "You nag a lot!!" Sujin just stared at them for a while, then got his bag and walked away, hitting Mihao's shoulder on purpose with his. "Jeez.. What's up with him?" Mihao said, rubbing his shoulder. Chulseo grabbed Mihao's bag, setting it on the bench. "Don't worry about him, he's just as strange as usual. Let's just wait for Seojin and Yunseo, then we can leave." "What about Jihoon?" Yuji asked, tilting his head. "Oh yea! That shortie too." Chulseo said, kicking another pebble. "As if you're any taller." Mihao said, frowning. "I'LL THROW THE NEXT PEBBLE AT YOU!!" Chulseo shouted. Boys relationship. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⭒ "I'm home.." Yuji said, walking in. He took off his shoes and set his bag against the wall. His stepmother was sitting on the couch, with 10 bottles of soju on the desk. 8 were drank, and 2 were closed. She took the second one and opened it. "Eh. Hi." She said, drinking. "Jina.. you're still gonna continue?" He asked, frowning. He refused to call her mother. "Tch, mind your own business." She grunted. "Go clean the bathroom, I dropped a few drinks there. There are pieces of glasses, if any get in your skin, I ran out of bandage." "Alright." He sighed, not even changing his cloths, he walked to the bathroom. He rolled up his sleeve and collected each piece. He was used to doing this, so nothing happened to his hand. "My friends are coming here tomorrow." Jina from the living room. "Okay." Yuji responded. (Are they drkng addicts like you?) He thought, angry. He was sick of the smell his whole house smelled of. Yes, he always thought its "his" house and there's no place for Jina here. Why should there be space for her? She didn't belong here. All the reason he suffered, was her. She hit him, kicked out his real mother, and married his father. His father left the house because of her. +