Hate me. (Minsung)

//5//

jisung felt the excitement that had momentarily replaced anxiety dwindle, and replacing it was a feeling of dread.

he hung onto the fact that there was a huge possibility that he wasn't who jisung thought he was.

he just looked a little bit similar.

"alright! so introduction time! which way should we start? up top or you guys in front of me?" she motioned. of course everyone near her furiously pointed to the upper top of the room- expressing they didn't wanna be the first ones speaking.

"the first row then?" ms. jang laughed a little, looking up to the row jisung was sitting at.

of fucking course.

jisung felt his heart begin to race as his entire row shook their heads just as furiously as the bottom row did. but of course, someone would have to start the introductions either way.

"oh come onn, we don't bite!" the woman smiled and looked over. "hmm.. why don't you start over there? and we'll make our way left and down the rows." she pointed over at the person sitting at the other side of jisung's row.

jisung felt himself sigh in slight relief that he didn't have to speak first, but wanted to die at the fact that he was sitting in the row that got picked.

he despised introductions. he hated them.

they made his palms sweat, and his heart feel as if it was going into overdrive. he swallowed and tried to think about what he was going to say when it was his turn.

"oh, well hi. my name is..."

"nice to meet everyone! i'm.."

"good morning, you guys can call me.."

as the introductions came one by one, closer to jisung, he blocked out everyone's name accidentally. he was too nervous where he was sitting.

too nervous.

his leg bounced, until he got called on. he didn't even realize it at first until ms. jang called out to him. "excuse me? you're the last one sweetie." her warm voice snapped jisung out of his anxious fit, making him look up and try not to feel embarrassed at the fact he didn't even notice it was his turn.

"o-oh.. yeah- sorry. i'm han jisung, it's nice to meet everyone.." his nails dug into his palm from where they were resting on his lap.

"hello! nice to meet you." the woman smiled. "tell us, what do you like to draw?" she kindly asked him just like she asked the others.

jisung felt the eyes on him, but refused to look anywhere other than his professors because he knew he would've legitimately thrown up.

"uh.. i like to paint with oils usually.. i do a bit of everything.." he muttered, hoping that she would catch the hint that he wanted the next person to go.

luckily she nodded and flashed another smile before motioning to the next row. "alright guys, your turn."

jisung sighed in relief, running his hands down his legs to try and calm himself.

no one is looking at me anymore.

or so he thought.

because as he sat there, he could still feel someone staring at him. it sent an uncomfortable shiver down his spine.

jisung's eyes finally lifted from his lap, and immediately more dread settled in his stomach the moment his eyes met the pair that was still looking at him.

a look of pure anger, and pure disgust. a bitter look. a look of exasperation, fire close behind it.

if anything was a clear indication that jisung's initial thought was right- it was the way this boy was looking at him with a horrid realization that jisung was in this class.