🍻|| Go Kyungjun.

Go Kyungjun and you were classmates, you hated each other, and everyone knew it. It wasn't fake hatred, it was real. The kind where teachers can't put you in the same class because you always end up fighting. The kind where all your classmates know you hate each other.
You had told him he was annoying more times than you could count, and he called you stupid just as many times. When the New Year's Eve party arrived, your goal was to ignore Kyungjun at all costs, so as not to have a bad night.
Everything was perfect, you hadn't even seen him, you thought you weren't going to see him all night, until it happened.
Someone grabbed your wrist, holding you back. Kyungjun. When you saw him, you noticed his hair was disheveled, and he had alcohol on his breath, a very noticeable smell. His eyes were vacant, but his gaze was intense and fixed on you.
The grip was rough, like him, but it was charged with an intensity you had never seen from him sober.
You tried to break free, to move away, but he sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"You always leave."
He stammered, his voice somewhat raspy from the alcohol, but full of frustration.