𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 41 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

The teacher cleared her throat and slammed her hands on the desk. "Alright class, buckle up!" she tries to rise above the noise of her students. All the heads turned to her one by one, pretending as if they were interested in what her presence had to bring. That's when some noticed a slender figure standing in the door. She tugged the wild curls covering the sides of her face behind her ear, but for the rest made brief eye contact. "Everyone, we have a fresh addition to our class. So be nice and help her with how the strings tie here. Introduce yourself, dear." She motioned for the girl to step forward. 

"Hello everybody, my name is Georgia, but you can call me Georgy if you want to." A few of her curls swept back in her face and she tucked them back. "Thank you, Georgia. The seat behind Hwang Hyunjin is free." Georgia nodded and walked to the seat she got assigned to, a few narrow eyes following her steps. "Right." The teacher sighed and turned to the whiteboard, writing a row of numbers. "As you may all know." She clipped the cap of her marker back on, "The school has received permission to organize the annual reflection day trip."

"And for the ones who didn't know, now you do." She eyes a few people and continues. "I will hand out some papers. These are for your parents to sign, so no messing around this time." A few lowered their heads to avoid the teacher's piercing gaze. "Please pass these to the people behind you," the teacher told the kid in front. As the papers are being passed around, she explained further. "This is a list of the things you need to bring, at least, we advise you to."  

"Days of reflection," Jisung murmured, his eyes squinting. Then a light bulb popped up. This is a gifted opportunity from Heaven itself! The boy's friend cleared his throat, reaching out for him. "Ji, I know you have an idea, but I hope your plan doesn't involve any injuries," Felix implied with a skeptical look. "Don't worry, Lix, no injuries involved." Jisung patted his friend on the shoulder. "I will keep you to that," the Australian muttered, leaning back in his seat again and switching his gaze from focussing on the other back to the lesson. 

The well-known sound of the bell rang through every hall and classroom while the teachers proceed to shoo their students away. All, except one. A hand tapped on Hyunjin's arm and he turned around. There he met with the eyes of their teacher. "I have a favor to ask you," she spoke. "What is it?" He tilted his head. "The new girl is still inexperienced around here so I would like to ask you to take care of her for now, like, showing her around, making sure she isn't treated as an outcast." Hyunjin's face cleared of all doubt and he nods. "I'll give it my best shot," the man answers with the famous service-like smile. His teacher's face brimmed with a sense of happiness and she patted his shoulder. "I knew I could count on you." 

"So you want me to help you?" he repeated the question as if it was some weird foreign language. Since classes ended, Minho leaned against the wall with crossed arms. "And how is my help useful in this again?"

"We're a team Lee Minho, you can't reject anything." Jisung insisted and gave him another look with his eyes.

Minho twitched his eyebrows skeptically and Jisung huffed in return. "Then let me decide for you. You are going to help me." The boy's boyfriend stayed quiet, making him go into sulk mode. "Come on, won't you help me this once?" Jisung tugged the other by his sleeve.

"I never have a choice with you.." Minho muttered as the other smiled victoriously. "No, you don't." 

"Better pack your bags, Love," Jisung continued, his voice filled with that glorious sound of victory. "Fine. But you owe me." Minho pointed at him and Jisung narrows his eyes. "Didn't know 'leech' was your true nature." 

Minho prodded his shoulders. "What can I say, I prefer playing smart." he answers with a wink in a nonchalant voice, the way only he could after being insulted. 

The door cracked open and Jisung stepped inside. "Mom?" He hurried over to his mother who kneeled on the ground, trembling, her face pale. "I don't believe it," she whispered, eyes roaming the ground while she hiccuped for air out of deprivation. Jisung put his arms around her and shuffled her closer. "Mother, breathe," he instructed her with a soft voice. "Can you tell me what happened?" The boy caressed her back until she calmed down a bit, or at least until she could exhale and inhale at a somewhat healthy pace. "H-he escaped." 

Escaped.

The words drowned out in his mind and changed into a deafening silence. The thick air made it hard to breathe or maybe it was the lump in his throat while his head felt light. He looked like he could collapse any minute. "He what?" Jisung's voice broke. His mother grabbed him by the shoulders. "Han Jisung, your father escaped." Her lip quivered and her breath threatened to accelerate again. Jisung shook his head in disbelief. "No. How is that possible?" Please, please just let this be a bad dream. Please just let him wake up in his bed unscathed and untroubled. Jisu closed her eyes and reached forward the letter in her hands. "This laid on the doormat this morning." The letter was written in slovenly handwriting he recognized all too well. 

From now on you better watch your every step, Han Jisu. We are not done yet. Remember that.

No name of the sender. No address. Just a plain, folded, paper letter. The person must've come to personally deliver this. How did everything get so messed up? Is he bound to live like this forever?