Stendhal's Syndrome - JongSang ✔︎

Chapter 10

Yeosang waved at his family and the Choi’s as he pulled out of the driveway at the same time Jongho did in his own separate vehicle. They would be driving with each other until they had to part ways and then a lonely journey of around fifteen minutes would take place until they would be at their respective universities.

Yeosang took the lead, knowing the way out of the town better than Jongho. He turned on his music on his phone and connected it to the bluetooth in the vehicle, belting out the words as he drove, not caring if he looked like a maniac on the highway. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he noticed Jongho doing the same but in a much more calmer way.

Even though it was only an hour away, Yeosang stopped at a gas station half an hour later, buying several items so he could keep in his dorm when he was hungry and random things that he might possibly need. Jongho also stopped and together they filled a cart each with food.

Once they had paid, a small box caught Yeosangs attention and dirty images flooded his mind once he saw it. He quickly took a box once Jongho wasn't looking and walked out the store with a proud feeling in his chest. He was glad those items were free because it would have been so embarrassing to pay for them.

The two loaded their items into their vehicles and Yeosang slipped the box into his glove compartment, hoping that the item would be used someday.

He went over and hugged Jongho goodbye once again and off they were to the land of hell. Another fifteen minutes of driving and it was then that the two had to head their own ways.

The black-haired male signalled to Yeosang with his headlights and Yeosang replied with the honk of his horn and they were off. They wouldn't be seeing each other any time soon.

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"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Yeosang yelled, grabbing his dull white hair in his hands and kicking a chair. "I’LL FUCKING FAIL THIS GOD DAMN TEST!"

He was frustrated and mad. Two months had passed since he had started school and he was done with this shit. Who said it was a good idea to major in science? Why the hell did he even want to be a doctor if he was lazy as shit and hated school even more? Why the fuck did he want to become a doctor when his family already had one? 

A knock on the wall was heard and Yeosang sighed, heading over to knock in response. He was glad that his dorm neighbour was kind and had only knocked to ask if he was alright. 

It had become a kind of code. Yeosang was lucky to not share his dorm with anyone and even luckier that his dorm was the last one in the hall so he wouldn't bother anyone besides the one neighbour who was extra nice.

His dorm neighbour had a roommate who was also extra nice but he rarely saw him and Yeosang was so grateful that they occasionally went over to chat with him in order to distract him for a bit before he broke a bone kicking supplies. It wasn’t that often that they hung out but Yeosang was glad that they even considered trying to befriend him.

"You want a hug?" the neighbour called through the not so thick wall.

"I appreciate the concern and the offer but I think I'm okay," Yeosang replied, letting his head fall against the wall with a quiet thud.

"Alright. If you need one, just knock or come over, I'll be here."

"Thank you, Yunho. I'll make sure to come to you if I want to break a bone."

The two went silent and Yeosang felt like crying. He grabbed his phone and stared at his home screen, instantly feeling better. It was a picture that his Mother had taken of him and Jongho hugging. 

He suspected it was on a day when Yeosang was feeling happy and hugged the younger out of contentedness and his Mother had just so happened to be fast enough to snap the picture. The joy on both of their faces was evident and the vibe through the screen was beautiful.