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“you did this on purpose!”
wenjun wants to laugh. he knows where this is going and what zhengting will say; nevertheless, he stands there with one hand on the roof of his car and one foot inside, half holding the door open with the keys in his hand. he wants to go home and stop listening to the whispers of the incessant people he goes to school with (they’re not terrible, just very gossipy and he’s not in the mood for it today).
“i literally don’t know what you’re talking about, zhengting.”
zhengting pushes at wenjun’s shoulder, not gently but not enough to make his back hit the frame of the car. it’s a gesture of frustration rather than one of harm.
“why did you break up with ruibin?”
“i didn’t like him anymore.”
“bullshit!”
wenjun is reeling. what the fuck did zhengting want him to say? did he expect something to have happened between them? newsflash! not everyone has a dramatic and show-stopping breakup that results in long-time resentment and trust issues. sometimes the flame just fizzles out after a few months. sometimes you just wanted someone to fill a lonely void and now you’re figuring out that it didn’t work.
zhengting huffs and continues, “you only dated him to piss off xukun, which you knew would piss me off! this is all just an elaborate scheme to get back at me for not wanting to date you!”
wenjun scrunches his nose. at what point does he have to pull zhengting’s too-big head out of his stupid tight hole? (stupid tight is metaphorical; everyone knows zhengting is literally two-dicks loose.) of course this has nothing to do with the way or why wenjun broke up with ruibin, supposed soulmate of zhengting’s lover. no, it was never about ruibin or wenjun or xukun. it was about zhengting and the fact that he thinks wenjun clings to his ribcage with such an iron fist that he couldn’t possibly bear to fathom that wenjun dated someone out of his own interests, that wenjun was over zhengting and had been for a long time now.
zhengting had to be the underlying interest, always.
“you’re so fucking conceited.” wenjun shoves zhengting’s hands off of his car before slamming the door shut and bringing himself chest to chest with his best friend. his face feels beet red. “not everything has to be about you, zhu zhengting. why can’t you get that through your head? i didn’t date him to get back at you for anything, and i didn’t break up with him to hurt you, much less him. sorry to break it to you, but the only thing that revolves around you is you. not even your precious prince’s life revolves around you.”
the slap hits wenjun’s mouth before he finishes his sentence. “shut the fuck up.”
wenjun huffs, a chesty exhale, as he glares down at zhengting. “get your fucking priorities in check. i’m not spending hours on a flight to jeju with you like this.”