Butterflies 🦋 chansung

Beginning of an end.

I was walking in the rain on the way to school. The rain was super hard, It's super cold too, even my umbrella isn't holding out enough to protect me from the drizzle. The streets are muddy, My shoes are wet and I'm gonna be damn late.

I, Jisung, Han Jisung, hate rains.

It's depressing as fuck.

I'm already gloomy enough, so...thanks sky for making me feel more emo. My pants started soaking up too, and this couldn't get any worse.

*thumps

Sikes

"Bro-

"Uhh, I'm sorry, I am so sorry." His head hanging low, this guy shook as he apologizes.

"What the fuck?" A gloomy figure, hunched and looking down, drenched in the rain, collided with me out on this very, I mean- extremely- huge-wide road.

My umbrella flew and watched it get ran over a fucking car that passed by.

The guy watched too.

He was about to run for it and I just held him back knowing its impending doom.

fu-

"I am sorry." The guy muttered, then continued walking aloof and I was left there staring in disbelief.

"What...?"

What just happened?

I looked back at the staggering shadow looming on the same road walking as if he's some character on silent hill.

It's already cold out here and the way he absent-mindedly apologized thencontinued his way on the road, creeped me out.

Shiver me timbers.

I squealed an unholy scream at the thought of scary stuff then hurried, picking up my pace to get to the school.

...

I might as well, going straight to the gym lockers and change into my P.E. uniforms. He is so wet and he shared it with me. It was a good start of the day, quute embarassing to wall the halls dripping. Not the king of drip that I wanted. Sighing and stressing out about umbrella as seemingly the rain won'tvstop soon, pray to heavens that it will be fairer after clasdes. I shook my head and tries to ddy my hair. Forgetting that I'm about to run late. Sharing is caring as they say. I groaned as I walked,feeling a bit chilky from the cold. gladly taking my second shower in this morning, just because of that guy and the rain.

I slid the sliding door of the class, entering in my jogger and tracksuit. This is allowed since I am soaking wet and I have no choice, of course, the school wouldn't let their student sit in 8 hours of classes, dripping right?

"Good morning." I nodded sligtly at each my greetings and my classmates returned it out of habit with a variety of; "Hey, Jisung","Yeah.", "HAAAAN", "Morning, fucker!", all in endearing and lovely manner.

One is the perks of coming in early and the ritual continues after every single living creature that passes through that doors. It is fun. I sat at my table and chatted with a few people I could talk to whoever is passing by my desk. Soon, the school bell will ring marking the first period and the start of our classes, first being Literature. Ten minutes before the bell my homeroom teacher would barge in like 'Lucifer' and slam his books on the desk, which would shut us all up.