chapter 30

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"Go home." Han Mubo demanded.

"Fuck-- No!" Hearing that, Jackson was finally out from his daze and immediately refused to go home. He looked funny with the black eye Han Mubo gave him- but it also made him look so sincere.

Han Mubo only glared at him, veins still lifted from his flesh, and for a moment, silence filled them.

"What was Qin Fen saying?" Jackson after a moment of silence asked. Han Mubo didn't want to answer him, really. But he thought that he should at least let Jackson know what he fucking caused Qin Fen to feel.

"Qin Fen said "Stop talking," and he even said 'I don't want to hear.' Jackson, let me tell you something, although I don't freaking know what you fucking told him, i'm pretty sure it was something shitty- corny or whatnot. I thought you were gonna confess? How the hell can a fucking confession lead to this?" Han Mubo said. And albeit Jackson was confused as to how Han Mubo knew he was going to, he still kept silent.

"Qin Fen always over-eat when he's upset," Han Mubo paused to look at Jackson.

"You don't know that!? Aren't you his 'bestfriend'!?" Han Mubo yelled again.

"I know!" Jackson yelled back because he can't stand Han Mubo's yelling all over again.

"So you knew, but why didn't you fucking noticed!"

"Because I was so fucking immersed on telling him what I loved about him!"

Han Mubo stopped when he heard Jackson.

"And Qin Fen probably misunderstood me!" Jackson shouted frustratedly.

And they don't know how but they entered a glaring contest for the nth time ever since they met each other. It only stopped when a nurse spotted them and offered to help Jackson by putting ice on his swollen eyes.

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