⇨︎ soulmate + highschool au
" will you fucking move for once? "
she was the school's heartthrob. he was an introverted, unknown boy. no one ever expected it coming.
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jisung pov.
The quiet boy immediately rushes off, leaving the crowd as quickly as he could and headed towards the bathrooms. He bursted through the door and locked himself in a stall. As he falls on his knees, he frantically rummages through his backpack for the cold, plastice water bottle he through in earlier in the morning. His hand brushes against the condensed bottle as he took it out in a rush, aggressively twisting the cap open and chugging more than half of the icy liquid down his throat. He catches his breath once again, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, as he leans against the school's white tile walls and looking up at the ceiling.
He's left speechless on the cold, white-tile floors. "I need to pay attention in the halls more.." the shaken up boy whispers to himself. He pulls out his phone from his hoodie pocket while chugging the rest of the liquid, the screen flashing on as he glances at the time. He immediately pushes himself up on his feet, pulling over his black hood and unlocking the stall he was is. Quickly disposing of the plastic bottle, he rushes out of the restrooms and walks towards his next class.
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hrs later ... jisung pov. Pain. That's all the 17 year old boy felt. By the time he arrived home, he already looked half dead. The pale boy was currently hunched over the toilet, one hand clutching onto his stomach and the other used to keep himself up from falling. He's been throwing up for the past 15 mins, head spinning and stomach lurching inside him. He couldn't stand it anymore, but what could he do? He didn't know what the cause of his pains was nor did he many people to call for help. Next thing he knew he was passed out om the white tile floor. what was left unnoticed by him was the new small and elegant rose tattoo on his wrist.
??? pov. On the other hand, a young girl was oblivious of what was going on. She clutched her head in pain, hair sticking up in every direction, and she didn't know what to do about it. Her vision started blurring and spinning, gripping onto anything she could to stabilize her body. No one was home, her brother was out with his friends and her parents on a business trip. She felt hopeless at that moment. Tears brimmed her eyes, and her black mascara started smearing on the girl's soft, tinted cheeks. Poor girl couldn't handle it anymore, knocking unconscious onto her bedroom floor. And on her wrist was a small tattoo; a pair of thin, round glasses drawn onto her.
