𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 23 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾

The ignoring never stopped. The slight stares in the hallways had started to become a daily necessity. It was the feeling of emptiness that had grown inside of Jisung that it seemed as if he was completely unreachable. "Jisung, really, we can talk." Felix tugged at the sleeve of his shirt. "It's fine. I don't need him." Jisung slammed his locker close, making his friend flinch. "I can do just fine without him here," he said and then he stormed off. Honestly, Felix didn't blame his friend at all, but he still hated seeing him like this. "Nothing's changed?" Seungmin asked, walking up to him, tone hinting at concern. "No, unfortunately not." Felix lowered his head. Seungmin patted his back. "Don't take it personally. He just needs some time." He sighed. "I know. I just can't stand seeing him suffer like this." The bell rang through the hallway, indicating their next class would be starting any second. Seungmin intertwined his hand with the small hand of his boyfriend, giving him a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's go." Felix softly pecked his nose in return, earning Seungmin to smile from ear to ear. "Cute." 

Jisung let out a sigh. He eyed the paper in his hands. However, his attention kept averting to his shelf. He smiled weakly, grabbing the book and scrolling through its pages, inhaling the familiar scent of paper. It was still there, he thought to himself. 

"What are you looking for?" Minho leaned closer to him. Jisung turned himself to him. "You are distracting me," he scolded, earning a mischievous look from the other. Minho raised an eyebrow. "Don't you like it?" Jisung rolled his eyes, turning himself back to the bookshelf again. "Alright, alright I get it. I'm sorry," Minho apologized, raising his hands in defeat. He scrolled through the bookshelves, seemingly looking for something as he frowned every time until he came past a title. His eyes lit up. "Here." Minho held out a book to Jisung, earning a questioning look from him. "What's this?" He grabbed the book from his hands, looking through the pages. "Just read this whenever you feel alone." Jisung looked up at him. Minho pressed the book against the other's chest. "Trust me." 

A tear dropped down on the old paper, creating a slight creak. "Great, you did it again," he mumbled, wiping the paper with his sleeve, only resulting in making it worse. Jisung let out a groan, throwing himself back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He tried to clear his mind. He really did. But why couldn't he just forget about him? Why did he still have to miss him? 

"Minho, how dare you sweep me off my feet and then leave me like this?" 

He leaned against his hand, playing with his pencil to distract himself. 

"Why can't you leave me alone?" His breath hovered. 

Jisung wiped his sleeve across his face when hearing the footsteps in the hallway. Irene opened the door. "Jisung, it's almost time for work," she reminded. He nodded. "Right." 

"Father is coming home today, right?" Jisung asked right before Irene would leave. She stopped in her tracks. "He is," she confirmed, hiding the tremble in her voice. "Will you be alright?" Jisung frowned. "Don't worry, Ji. We can manage." Irene smiled in reassurance. Jisung hesitated before nodding. "Alright, then I will leave now," he announced and grabbed his coat from the rack.

 "Please, take care of them for me." 

"Don't worry, Ji. I have for a long time." 

Minjun grasped his hand around Jisung's hair, pulling him up from the ground while Jisung winced at the multiple sensations of pain. He grinned at how much Jisung struggled to even stand up. "Where's your boyfriend, hmm? Little fag." He dropped him to the ground. 

Jisung's back hit the concrete floor, the air getting kicked out of his lungs. He let out a few coughs, gasping at the lack of oxygen. Minjun kicked him again only smiling in satisfaction when he heard a bone crack. 

If only it stopped there, but it didn't. He continued until blood rose up Jisung's throat, making him cough, the red substance seeping from from his mouth. He let his head fall back, his eyes closing out of tiredness. Jisung could feel himself drift away into something unknown. His muscles couldn't move, even if he wanted to. No matter how much he struggled, his body wouldn't cooperate anymore. 

"People like you shouldn't be alive at this point," Minjun spat, walking away right after while his people followed behind him. Jisung's chest rose and fell at an abnormal pace, letting the ability of being able to breathe again sink in. He looked up at the night sky before begrudgingly turning on his side. "Got." Jisung pressed a fist to the ground, forcing the strength in his muscles to work with him. "To get up." He breathed out, counting inside his head, lifting the upper part of his body with his gathered strength. Jisung clenched his teeth, suppressing the pain surging through his body. After a few tries, he managed to lift himself completely. 

He staggered to the wall, the bricks tracing the senses in his palm. The nauseous feeling rose from his stomach. Jisung looked down at his uniform, dripping red with blood. He breathed heavy breaths, trying to get over the sick feeling, but the stale taste in his mouth didn't help one bit. He looked back down at the stain. "How the hell am I going to get this out?" Jisung tried to wipe the remains out, but that just made it worse. 

He finally let out a groan, jerking his hands from the shirt. "Great. Then just leave it as it is." Now just to try and find a way to avoid any questions from them. Now that was going to be challenging. He eyed the dirty jacket tied around his waist. "Gotta deal with it," he stated while closing the zipper. He looked down, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Good, you don't see a thing."