sin𝙽𝙰rs - nct, nahyuck

𝙽𝙰 - 9 - 𝙽𝙰

jaemin truly felt like nothing was going right in his life.

he had lost his parents.

he had to live in a poor neighbourhood.

he had to suffer every day.

why couldn't his life be easier?

jaemin stood up from his bed with difficulty.

his leg was hurting like hell, and his head was spinning a lot.

surely because of the amount of blood he had lost.

he staggered to the table where a box of painkillers was placed.

donghyuck had left them there.

and at that point, even if he hated the demon, and if he was angry at him for not allowing him to die, jaemin was thankful of him.

donghyuck had saved him.

he had brought him back to his house.

he had treated his wounds.

he had made sure jamein would feel okay when waking up

he had surely been the one to deviate the stab.

it was all his fault after all.

but jaemin was quite thankful.

not that he would admit it out loud.

jaemin glanced at his watch and gasped.

"half past eleven!"

he was late to class.

he wouldn't be able to get to the end of his morning classes since they ended in half an hour and his bus rides took him around fifty minutes.

however, he would surely be able to get there for his afternoon classes which didn't start before one.

jaemin would have rather not gone to school, but his scholarship was very important for him, and their principal had explained clearly that anything could make it cancelled.

so, jaemin had to keep his grades high and his discipline perfect.

so, here was jaemin, limping towards the bus stop, his back pack secured in his hand as he was hissing with each step he took.

the painkiller hadn't operated yet, but it would soon – at least, that's what jaemin hoped.

jaemin made it to the bus stop in 15minutes.

quite a record for someone one-legged.

thankfully, there was a vacant seat.

jaemin hurried there and plugged his earphones in to listen to some music and thankfully, forget about all his problems...

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