#class: [ww302]

[svjae-blog]

— couple of bros;

@svtaewoo

“Can you believe it, man? She called me a fuckboy right in the middle of the cafeteria. Practically screamed it.” He was shaking his head as he told his friend, eyes still wide in disbelief from the events that took place an hour ago. “Last I checked, we both agreed to the situation. I wasn’t forcing it on anyone.”

Chucking the can of light beer off to the side, his hands scrambled in the empty space to his left in search of another. The sigh that followed came from both the topic of the conversation as well as the frustration he was feeling when he realized that might of been the last one. But the second he was ready to stop searching, a cold can grazed his finger tips and a wave of relief washed over him. Jaeho needed this drink. “The first years that were there, were all judging me. I could see in it their face. With just one word, I managed to lose respect and it was just humiliating.” 

About an hour ago, he had got into an argument with a lady friend of his. They had come to a certain understanding over the years in seoul together but somehow along the way, things just started getting harder and harder. But Jaeho refused to define, even acknowledge the feelings that began to sprang and frustration boiled over until heated words were more norm than actual intimacy. And that was where his friend came into the picture. He was often tasked with dealing with his emotional outbursts, the only one who could really and the only person he felt comfortable talking about certain things. 

Taewoo was a third year he had known since they both started the academy together and although Jae was a few years older, when it came to stuff like this, he was often last. Ignorant. So in order to remedy the situation a bit, they came up to the roof to sort things out and vent. They were your typical average bros. 

 “What even is a fuckboy? I always forget.”