Still, I can't fight it

Closing my eyes, waiting on you

To come and bite it

Now we're in too deep 

• -The Best I Ever Had By Limi

It was silent between Quin and Nine as they waited for their food. They couldn't decide what to talk about since most days were spent either fighting or being apart. To sit down for a meal together had become a rare occasion. 

Nine felt the bitterness of how far their relationship had fallen, but his anxiety about Vee being in the same area as them took over the feeling. He kept rubbing his shaking leg, trying to ignore his sweaty palms. 

"Nine, what's wrong with you? You look close to sweating." Quin questioned, leaning over to touch Nine's forehead; his thumb wiped at the drop of sweat there. 

Grabbing Quin's hand and pulling it away, Nine shook his head, "I am fine. It just feels hot in here. Do you feel hot?" 

"No. If you are getting a fever, you should go home." Quin sat back in his seat, pushing it closer to the table. 

"If I do, will you take care of me?" Nine quickly joked like he would with Jon and Lee. He laughed towards the end, his joke distracting him from the intense stare he could feel on the back of his head. 

But reality came crashing back in when Quin gave him a lackluster response. 

"Mhmm." Quin rolled the straw in his drink, losing interest in the conversation. 

"Oh," was the only thing Nine could think of saying as his body deflated on the chair. If he were a puppy, his ears would have gone down. Once again, he had forgotten how much their relationship had fallen. 

"Quin," Nine started, wanting to ask about their relationship like he should have long ago, but the words never came when the server returned, setting their food on the table. 

They silently ate, neither starting a conversation.  

Quin's phone vibrated on the table, causing him to pick it up and read whatever message he received. Nine watched him and bit his lip when he saw a soft smile hitting his boyfriend's face. He wanted to lean over and see who Quin was texting. 

But he held back, not wanting to seem like someone possessive. Plus, he could be talking to a family member. Don't start things, Nine, when you finally got a meal with him. Nine told himself, silently taking a deep breath. 

When he went back to eating, trying to ignore how his boyfriend kept looking at his phone, his decided to vibrate too. He glanced at the message on his screen, making him remember why he was nervous earlier. 

Vee: Your boyfriend is handsome. Which one do you think is more attractive: me or your boyfriend? 

Nine: Why did you have to come in here? There are other places to eat around the university. 

Vee: Don't ignore my question, or should I ask a better one? Who is better in bed: your boyfriend and me? Although, with the way you kept cumming with me, I feel like I won in that category. 

Nine loudly slammed his phone on the table, blushing hard. Quin jumped from the noise, looking away from his phone as others in the shop glanced their way. "Nine? What is wrong? Why is your face so red? Did you eat something hot?" Quin felt like he had been questioning Nine's behavior lately. 

As Nine felt his phone vibrate again, he groaned, covering his face while fighting the urge to slam it on the table. It is official; Vee wants to kill me. 

He removed one hand to wave it, "I am fine, just ignore it, Quin." Nine did not know what to say to explain his situation without speaking the truth. 

Quin looked at him for a few more seconds before nodding and returning to his phone. The others in the shop also returned to their business, seeing that nothing was happening at Nine's table. 

Nine finally removed his other hand, peeking toward Vee with a glare. Vee looked back with a chuckle and smirk, pointing at his phone while mouthing, 'check it.' 

Flipping his phone over to look at his, thankfully, still cracked-free screen, Nine turned it on to read Vee's message. 

Vee: Were my words too much, or were you thinking about how much you begged me to keep going? If you want, we can recreate the same scene in the bathroom. 

Nine silently choked on his spit, wondering if he had entered hell. He put his phone on silent, turning it off as he pocketed it. Glancing back over at Vee, he mouthed, 'stop.' 

Vee smiled, 'I won't.' He was enjoying the way Nine was reacting to his teasing. There were more words he wanted to say, but he kept them in for next time. Right now, as his eyes surveyed Nine up and down, Vee wished to see how red Nine could get with his boyfriend nearby. 

Feeling the heated gaze, Nine shivered, turning back to Quin to ignore the goosebumps on his arms. "Quin, can we take our food to go? I want to walk with you around the university." 

Finally putting his phone away, Quin nodded, "That is fine." 

Nine mentally cheered; he needed to put some space between Vee and himself. 

"Ah, I am so tired!" Jon screamed out loud while stretching. Someone next to him cleared their throat, reprimanding him for his loudness. 

Jon looked over with a blush as he apologized to the older woman, who grabbed what she needed and quickly walked away. 

He forgot that he was in a store a mile from the university. After his class, he decided to talk a long walk (it felt extremely long for him) to buy himself snacks. If only Nine, Lee, or even his annoying sister were with him, he wouldn't feel this tired. 

Remembering how they did not go to class with him so that he could sleep, Jon started to feel angry again. He could not understand what was wrong with them taking notes for him. Aren't friends supposed to help each other out? Granted, he wants to be the one getting spoiled and not the other way around. 

Okay, Jon knows how selfish and spoiled he can be, but who could fault him when his family and friends (more so Nine) spoil him? 

Jon rubbed his chin, still blocking the chips as he tried to reason with himself. 

"Uh, excuse me," someone tapped Jon's shoulder, "are you going to decide which chips you want or keep blocking them?" 

Jon turned around, getting ready to apologize for messing up again when his words died out as he noticed how beautiful the person was. They were prettier than any person he had seen or talked to. Their bright, sparkling, thin-almond-shaped brown eyes, small nose, and full heart-shaped lips pulled Jon in. 

And don't get Jon started on the long blue hair, seeing that it was one of his favorite colors. 

"You are pretty," Jon said, speaking his thoughts. 

The person laughed, "Thank you, but you know I am a man, right?" 

"I am not dumb!" Jon shouted. He knew the man was a male; he could tell the difference. 

"I wasn't saying that. People mistake me for a woman sometimes. Now, can I get some chips, or are you marking this territory?" 

Jon finally moved away, peering at the man before asking, "Can I have your number?" 

Jon could say that he is not a shy person. Life is short, so he never saw reasons for people not to give in to their urges. Well, if those urges are legal and don't create problems, Jon would say to go for it. So he did not feel embarrassed to ask for the man's number. 

The man looked back at him with a raised eyebrow, "Shouldn't you ask for my name first?" 

"I can get that second," Jon responded, pulling out his phone as he unlocked it. He hit a new contact and handed the phone to the man. 

"Haha," the man laughed, grabbing Jon's phone, "you are funny." He put his number in Jon's phone and handed it back. Then the man grabbed the chips he wanted, walking away as he spoke over his shoulder, "I am Theo, by the way." 

Jon watched Theo walk away before glancing at the new number in his phone. "I am so good." He smiled. 

Note: Oh, I smell drama entering. Anyway, I decided to make the sad ending story; it will be a mafia-type story cause why not, lol. Lately, BL dramas have been giving me too many ideas.