“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about him, we’re just friends.” ( seul & j about .. cas/tae ?? bc of ker ? iDK )
i can’t remember the fucking meme list this is from, but oh well !
how does the emo pussyboy himself keep getting her alone ? yeseul is at her wit’s end with him in all honesty, their friends’ shit timing with refilling their drinks while the two sit on a couple of lawn chairs but a curse that she KNOWS they’re fully aware of — likely just praying the pair won’t fight as per usual in the few minutes they’re gone. the ground is no longer covered in snow, allowing the group of college kids and grads to take in the still chilly, but nice sunny weather with a summer mindset; it’s impossible not to have it when the students will be done for the semester soon enough. though throughout the evening, somehow, the brunette’s attention seems to fall on jeremy more often than she’d like — it’s been that way for a while, mostly because of his own fucking stupidity which both amuses and aggravates her to no end — and subsequently kerry and a surprising third party… though when she puts two and two together far too easily, it’s less of a shock and more of a slap in the face that none of them had noticed before. “ now i know why he won’t actually follow through and fuck me, ” she states with a chuckle, staring beyond her six neighbours’ backyard and towards the back of the house nearby. there’s no specifics given, however after seeing the human equivalent of a DUMPSTER FIRE be inside of his own head whenever a certain lanky neighbour stood in his line of vision or perhaps spoke to one of the others, he should be certain of who she’s referencing to. instead, he laughs, makes a snide comment about her sex life and tries to guess which of her other options aren’t working out — mind you, it’s not like she’s put out THAT much… cassius hwang should feel grateful that she indulges him with implicit shit when he’s got the part of jeremy that’s not wrapped around kerry’s pinky holding tightly onto his. by how much ? she hasn’t a fucking clue. “ wrong, wrong, and — wow, would you look at that ! wrong again ! but i’m feeling a little generous for once, so i’ll give you a hint: perhaps it’s not working because .5 seconds after he gives me the green light, his fucking long ass legs carry him to akron or something and estelle sure as shit wouldn’t survive that drive. or maybe it has something to do with YOU. ”
it’s then that she elects to look at the only other person on the modest patch of grass which is still reeling from the winter; she could laugh at how her delivery from the start makes her look like a jealous suitor, though it could make this all the more entertaining. either he’s an absolute moron or he’s not going to say shit until she says his name — though she thinks his fucking reaction leaves no room for doubt with the latter. “ you fucking headassed — cas. since when has that been a thing ? ” she’s not going to bring up how fucking shady it is to even pull whatever stunt he’s pulling given another party’s own involvement — or lack there of — with him, he can’t be THAT fucking clueless; but then she hears ‘ we’re just friends, ’ slipping off of his tongue with some weird ass, nonchalant approach so soon after identifying HIM as she picks up her drink. yeah, she’s definitely convinced. “ sure, ” she snorts, taking a gulp of water before proceeding, “ i’m not all-knowing or some shit, but i have two functioning eyes and you’re so fucking obvious that i wouldn’t buy it even if you had any fucking acting chops. ” she would point out an instance where that had rung true beyond this evening… though she doesn’t wait for an answer as she continues, so it slips from her mind as she goes on her usual tangent. “ i couldn’t give less of a fuck what your label is, but i am getting annoyed that you’ve got both of your damn hands in different jars and won’t fucking settle. ” he’s immature as all fuck, that’s for sure. how many times does she have to INSINUATE that he’s leading one person — hell, maybe two, three… seven people at this point — on before it fucking registers ?
it’s surprising that she only now remembers what occurred the last time she got to witness him and a certain brunette talking to one another, simply being in the same room even — or essentially, what’s occurred for some time with him unknowingly fucking it up in the end — and as he defends himself and thwarts her accusations, she figures that divulging some partially legitimate information might light enough of a fire under his ass to fucking decide what he wants to do next. “ hm… come to think of it, i think someone already settled it for you, ” seul smirks, “ bambi and rin seem to be getting MUCH closer, don’t you think ? i mean, you must’ve seen them make out a few times like the rest of us, but i wouldn’t be surprised if their sleepovers while i’m away are more than just friendly… ” she did say that she was done with helping the two hopeless idiots not too long ago, or that she was close to being done; regardless, planting another seed of doubt — the aforementioned bambi unknowingly responsible for the couple, at least, that she’s certain already exist — when it’s not like he’d make a fucking MOVE anytime soon with his other entanglements is entertaining as fuck, being a good friend be d a m n e d. “ chae’s a possessive bitch, always getting to her before you, not pussyfooting to begin with… like, she knows you won’t do shit anyway, but she doesn’t fuck around; so it’s no wonder nothing’s working out for you there, maybe you’re not as forward as you thought if you’re pining after two fucking people at the same time and SULKING instead of doing shit. ”
she’s far from pleased with the reaction she gets back — honestly, does this dude EVER present himself naturally ? maybe he IS a fucking idiot… not that that’s anything new, but she didn’t think he was that fucking far gone. that being said, maybe that spiel was for fucking nothing, but she’s not gonna stop there — of fucking course not. “ are you — point is, your argument’s bullshit, lee; because beside the fact that you can’t fucking cover your tracks for shit, that’s what you and her are too: just friends. her and rin, me and CHIM —” ‘ though i’d sell everything she owns and her left arm to pay for my fucking tuition in a heartbeat. ’ “ — it means nothing with our fucked group of friends, we can all attest to that. ” it seems like perfect timing when everyone slowly comes back outside, the girls heading back to their spot on the lawn and the guys quickly joining them, summoning the two outliers — for another fucking childish game or something, seul presumes — so it’s there that the conversation, or whatever one could possibly call it, ends as she gets up to join them. for the most part.
“ i’d count it as a blessing that i’m just assuming with ker and rin if i were you, but all the same, fucking get to it or let it DIE already. it’s been long enough, headass. ”
