Hurt-comfort has become a lifecycle for Jisung, his story is of this genre, or so he thinks, people would hurt him then someone comforts after, this time around he swears to not fall once more.
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jisung finally gathered the courage to enter his first class after a whole week of not coming to the unversity and shutting himself on their dorms. he sure took his time. although, he got skinny, jisung has always been quick to put or lose weight with his activities and metabolism, especially in hid slumps he'd rather sleep in and not get out of his bed. He made sure put extra layers of clother to make himself puffy.
jeongin walked with him until they separated to go into their separate classes. time has flown by unnoticed, seemingly that the lectures just go smoothly like wind, the last year of his college until graduation, their first semester. jisung has no problem other than the aching heart from amother well-built connection severed. an important existence fully slipping out of his life.
the classes goes on and he was checked up by few acquaintances in the classroom asking "how are you?" voices laced with concern and sincerity. right. be would respond cheerfully and beam with "thanks."
he took everything that he and innie talled about, finally managing to get things done, he walked up to each professors he didn't messaged to catch up with his absences. not really minding anything else beyond what he's supposed to do. not the clicking of the pen behind him and the chattering of people that's definitely not about him.
lunch came and his body took him to the same pocket garden they used to sit in. it was all but reflex, yey he wasn't supposed to go there. he looked at the familiar place and figures sitting on the concrete mold of a stool. he just nodded and waved casually, speeding up to go out of his way, to find another place to sit, away, far from them.
"jisuuuuuung!" a girl came running behind.
"momo-ring. Hi."
"aren't you going to have lunch with us? "
"no babe, sorry." jisung looked at the familoar fangs peeking from her smile.
"you know you can always turn to us right? we missed you alot, ji." momo pouted.
jisung knew he wasn't responding to their messages anymore, digging his grave deeper not knowing how to mend and patch up the distance and crack on the bridge he created.
he sighed.
"i'm sorry, mo- say hi for me to the rest, and let's hang out some other time, yeah?"
run jisung, run! that's what you always do!
momo was about to pull Jisung to a hug but another familiar ring of a girl's voice called for him.
"sungie-ya! there you are!"
"oh- yujin. hey there, girl."
yujin can tell how cramped jisung feels being cornered right after he emerged from his 'rest'. the girl has been seeing jisung not more than a week, but she clearly understands his needs as of the moment.
