𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

HELP ME BREATHE : 3RACHA

requested by : luvly anonymous sunshine ( aka my fluff generator ) <3 im eally so, so sorrie for taking 5 centuries to finish this >_< i took so long that if you were to time travel, you would meet dinozz :((

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" Nosy squirrel! "

" This little squirrel is squeaky and sucks! "

" Look guys, our school's squirrel! "

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" Yah! Squirrel, come here. "
A teasing voice was heard from across the hallways, making Jisung stop momentarily in his tracks. His hands clenched into soft fists as they gripped onto his bag strap, was he holding onto what seemed to be left of his sanity? Not even he himself knew.

The squirrel boy bit down on his bottom lip, preventing himself from warbling out his words as if his watered down sadness wasn't already enough. He was always one who wanted to seem bigger, to fill out the entire room with his voice. But there was really nothing wrong with being docile and quiet. It allowed for unexplainable elegance, it was magnetic.

The squirrel keychain on his bag, the Quokka stuffie that was tucked neatly into the pocket of his overalls. He couldn't deny how their words stuck like honey just without the sweetness. Their words melted into skin, flowing, like parasites. He was already a boy with a sensitive heart, aching for love and nothing more. Yet they have forced him to live with a rotten heart, as he knew, he ached.

He quickly shuffled his oversized converses across the linoleum floor, the almost squeal-like sounds of his soles against the smooth tiles seemed to be amplified, doing nothing to ease the spike of his heart rate.

" Y-Yes? "
Jisung managed to squeak out, the words felt almost like fire that burned from his clavicle. " You look hungry, squirrel. " The boy before him spat out, making a point to lace his words with something akin to despise, yet there was a hint of fondness, almost.

Jisung felt tears threatening to spill past his eyes, the knife in his heart turning oh so painfully again. He hated how much they claimed to hate him, yet they would always find comfort in his fragility. He pushed his glasses that were slipping past the button of his nose, looking up at the boy with watery eyes.

" Han Jisung looks like a squirrel, squirrel boy, squirrel! "
They chanted, giggling and pointing at Jisung. There was a ringing sound in his left year, something that was more than similar to buzzing, the constant reminder that his bodice was being exposed to the thorns and vines of what used to be a rose scented garden. He unconsciously puffed his cheeks out, earning more comments. " His cheeks, squirrel cheeks! " The elementary school boy chortled, followed by the others mocking sneering that could be heard.

Bonk!

Bonk!

Bonk!

Came the sound of something hitting him, they almost seemed to be bouncing off the cotton of his sweater sleeves. He made sure to tuck his quokka friend nicely again, protected by the material of his overalls. The acorns almost seemed to ricochet off him.

" S-stop throwing a-acorns at meee! You're all meanies! "
Jisung whined, his voice was shattering to hear. It was tattered and torn, cracking around the edges. There returned the painful pang in his chest, letting hot tears roll down his cheeks, counting the minutes pale and silently.
He was already a long stairway from the sky, while his tears glistened with every shake of his bodice. His tears poured like summer storms, beckoning with every wail and cry.