Letters and sketches

Visitor

Around an hour passed the time of the school ends, Hyunjin sat by the window sill, staring down at the backyard garden. His mother's roses bloomed in different colors along with other kinds. It reminded him of a time where he saw a girl handing a bouquet full of red roses, cutely arranged with a red ribbon forming a big bow and Jisung took with a bright smile saying a small thankyou. The jealousy he felt was still as familiar as it was yesterday, wishing that it was him giving it.

He was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell but he didn't mind. He went over to small container on his bedside table taking a bubblegum out of it. Removing the white wrap off and swiftly sliding it in to his mouth, he tasted the sweetness that spread around over his tongue.

"Hyunjinnie..." His mother called his name out from downstairs. "Your friend is here."

"Tell him to come up."

He was confused even more... Felix never really asked permission to come to his room, instead he just barged in to his room like a monkey out of the zoo. And there was knock on the door. "What the hell man? Just come in." Hyunjin scolded as he went back to sit on the bean bag with his phone on his hand.

"Are you feeling well, Hyunjin?"

There was a long silence volunteering to give time for the taller boy to absorb the voice and process. He looked up from his phone screen to see the brown haired boy holding a basket of fruits and a box of sweets and some stuff in a bag. He had changed into a pair of ripped jeans and a blue shirt.

"Ji-Jisung...?" Too panicked to even stand from where he is, he stuttered while trying to figure out what was happening. "H-how... wait... why are you here?"

Jisung kept the things on the table. "Felix told me that you are sick and I figured out a visit won't hurt..."

He smiled.

No.... Not that smile....

Hyunjin felt the dark pit in his stomach, waves of feelings hitting the walls around. "O-oh... why don't you sit over there."

Showing the small pink couch he said.

Jisung observed his room, the bed with pink shaded pillows and white bed sheets and the plushies, white walls with small fairy lights hanging down around photographs, white study table, shelves of classic books and a few bean bags.

"Are all of the awards yours?"

The class president asked, looking at the rack that held a series of awards and medals.

"Yeah... from art and literature competitions."

"What happened? Why didn't you come to school? You were fine last day... I mean, you did look kind of shaken but you were okay."

"You noticed Me?" Hyunjin stopped popping his bubblegum and pointed at himself and when Jisung nodded he internally screamed on top of his lungs.

"So, you didn't answer."

"I just got stressed over something I lost." Even thinking about it got him worked up, a weight pulling him down and torturing him. He wanted find the book as soon as he could but he didn't even remember where it was or could be. A sudden dizziness hit him like a truck and the vision blurred for awhile as he tried shake it away by holding his head and blinking. Clenching his teeth and gulping down his dry throat, Hyunjin tried his best to have his mind straight...

"Hey...~" From far away he could here Han talking to him and shaking him softly.

"I'm fine." He said still doing his best to snap out of it.

"No you are not. Mrs. Hwang!"

Like shadows Hyunjin saw his mother come in and kneeling beside him with her palms cupping his face.

"Jinnie..." Her voice echoed. "Here listen. Take slow breaths... it's alright... every thing is fine."

Right, deep, slow breaths. Hyunjin counted...

One in... one out...

Two in... two out...

He got his vison back, clear and steady yet he had the slight pain in his head but he knew he could suck it in.

"I'm fine."

"Sure you are. Wait... I'll bring something for you to drink. Jisung can you help me."

"Sure ma'am. Will you be okay alone?" With a worried expression he questioned, hazel eyes lingering over the boy who just nodded, silently.