“one of these days my survival instincts are going to kick in and i’m going to end up punching you in the face”

he simply grins, settling his hands on your hips and backing you up until your back is against the wall. despite knowing that anybody could poke their head in and see you two, you let him press his mouth to yours, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. something foreign hits your tongue as you kiss, and you pull away with slight alarm

“i knew there was a reason i asked you out”

“nice try, but we're going to class”

“wooyoung, are you listening?”

“zoned out for a second, sorry. could you explain periodic trends to me again?” he asks with a smile so sweet you’re caught off-guard, explaining it again despite your suspicions

once you regain your bearings, you notice again how he doesn’t seem to be absorbing what you’re saying, nodding along blankly. feeling like an idiot for trying to help someone who doesn’t care at all, you spit out, “wooyoung, if you don’t actually give a shit about this, then i’m going home!” as you stand up and go to start packing up your things

“no! i’m sorry, y/n. please don’t go”

“why should i?”

“i’m sorry” his quiet murmuring sounds deafening in the silent room as he chews nervously on his lip ring

“i don’t care”

“i shouldn’t have messed with your heart like that”

“no shit”

he reaches up to scratch at his new bleach blonde hair in thought before saying, “i was stupid, y/n. i broke up with you on a dare, not because i didn’t care about you”

your voice is weak as you reply, the realization of what he said weighing heavy on your heart, “apparently you didn’t care enough about me to ignore a lame ass dare”

“you’re right. but if you let me try again, i promise, i’m better, i have my priorities straight now”

with a heavy sigh, you say, “saturday. one chance. you plan the date”