Art

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School.
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"No please, I really don't wanna go" Jeongin laid in bed, blanket over his head to hide the tears strolling down his face. Hiding from his concerned father who kept being by his side.

"Son..I know it's hard, but please...education is important, what about that dream of yours to become a doctor?" His father asked, bringing up that dream of his, that he had since he was little.

Jeongin always loved to help people, and take care of them in general. And when his mother first mentioned whatba doctor was, Jeongin was in our awe. He started walking around with a bunch of play sets for kids, 'curing' people. Such memories made him cry even more.

"I-I don't care..I don't wanna go" Jeongin cried out, feeling completely lost in himself.

Never has his father seen Jeongin so broken for over a longer period of time. He was usually cheerful and happy, always positively thinking. But recently, ever since the incident when Jeongin oprned up about feeling stalked..Jeongin had more often and occasional breakdowns, crying I bed, throwing up, avoiding eating and barely sleeping. His already thin body, getting thinner and thinner, to the point that bones practically sticked out.

"Son..I'll be going out for a few hours today.." his father started, rubbing his son's back.

"What? Why?" Jeongin finally turned around to look at his father.

"I have an appointment..with a therapist, who is going to help me cope with your mom, and the stress of my work, and eventually having a mental unstable child too" his father spoke, smiling softly at his son.

Panic ran through his body when his father mentioned that. That meant he was going to be alone, in the apartment, for a whole day. He didn't want them to appear, no not again, but he had no other choice but to accept it.

"O-okay" Jeongin agreed, hmbreath hitching as he held back tears. Eventually turning around to go back to sleep.

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The whole day being spend alone, Jeongin stood worried. But they never came, which caused a clear frown to display on his face. He was beyond confused, but he decided to not think to much about. He never knew how used he actually got for them just being there, it made something sink in him. Even though their presence was bothering, he believed that since the had the chance to come any minute, inthrough that door..but they didn't, and that made him feel sort of empty.

Without paying attention to it, he eventually stared at the door the whole day, very bothered by the fact that the door wasn't locked, and that they could easily enter the apartment..but they never appeared.

He felt so unbelievable bored, not even the tv could get his attention, only that door  in front of his eye. He eventually decided that they wouldnt come, and instead waited for his father..or well, that was what he wanted to think, but deep down, the two men stil lingered in his mind.