secrets to you- soonhoon

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soonyoung entered the bathroom trying not to laugh from the content he was watching of his phone. although he had his volume to the max through his airpods he couldnt ignore the student sitting on the ground in the stall next to him, sobbing loudly.

soonyoung stopped his video and turned off his phone to make sure he was hearing correctly. after a couple seconds soonyoung hesitated and then said

"hey, you ok?"

he didn't get an answer but the crying quieted down

"you hear someone crying and  your first thought is to ask if theyre ok?" soonyoung paused long. his eyes growing wide, silently gasping and then answering

"i uh..." soonyoung said suddenly feeling guilty

"sorry about that, im just not in the mood"

"i cant make sure of anything but you sound like you've been crying the whole day"

"i have"

"oh... do wanna talk about it?"

"no"

"but isn't talking about it gonna help you?"

"no"

"oh... well uh it doesn't seem like youre busy... so lets talk"

soonyoung who hadn't even sat on the toilet yet sat down to the other boy in the stall next to him. his back on the stall wall, sitting on the ground. even though he sat across from the boy, the stall wall was so low he couldn't see the boys face

maybe it was better like that for his own sanity

"so what's going on?"

"i'm sick of living"

"i'm sick of waking up with nothing to do, nevermind that, i just cant do anything. im useless, all i day is cry and complain. nothing really makes me happy anymore. i'm sick of waking up and just wanting to fall back asleep because I have no motivation to live anymore. i'm sick of being ignored wherever I go, im so fucking lonely i feel bad for myself" the boy choked out a sob.

"and I don't need your guilt, I know it's my fault for being like that, but i'm too tired to change"

soonyoung paused, he wished he knew how to calm him down

"isn't there any good thing in life?"

"no, why would there be"

"what about your family?"

"i'm not sure they care about me"

"friends?"

"don't have any"

"me?"

"what about you"

"arent i worth living for"

the boy let out a stifled laugh,

"i don't even know who you are"

"and i don't either"

"what your point"

"talking to random people in the bathroom during lunch, that's worth living, isn't it?"

"its lunch time?"

"...how much have you been in here?"

"since the morning"

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jihoon refused to get up from inside his stall, no matter how many times the boy tried to talk him into going to his classes. there was a little part in jihoon that also didnt want the chattering boy to leave. although they had been talking for 5 minutes, jihoon felt known, like someone might care for him

"are you absolutely, insanely, positively sure?"

"ive never heard someone put insanely in that phrase"

jihoon heard the boy chuckle "shut up"

"yes im sure, now go to your classes before youre late"

"you shouldnt be the one telling me that you bastard"

jihoon had thought the boy had left when, "wait what was your name?"

"jihoon, lee jihoon. whats yours?"

"not telling" the boy stubbornly said and jihoon could imagine the boy sticking out his tongue

"HEY, i told you mine!"

the boy giggled and jihoon could tell he was smirking

"have a good day jihoon"

"you too idiot, now hurry"

as soon as the boy left, jihoon almost smiled

"aish, hes already annoying me"

for the next 30 minutes jihoon stared at the wall the boy was once sitting up against. he had a sudden urge to leave the bathroom for the first time that day. just to see who that really was, who that irritating chatterbox was.

"ok" he said getting up, his back cracking.

"just for him"

jihoon sat in his next class, his eyes glued to his fingers as he fidgeted with the pen in his hands. he never could really pay attention in school but today there was something more important on his mind. he silently scanned the room looking for someone who looked like they possibly would sit in the bathroom with a crying stranger to talk about life.

he made eye contact with the teacher and immediately shoved his face in his book, where it was supposed to be.

he was only a line into his story when a paper ball hit him right in the head. he unraveled the crumpled up paper, not finding any evidence from who threw it

"lcker #?" jihoon looked around his class again in confusion. at his school, if anyone asked you about your locker number they were trying to flirt with you, which just threw jihoon into greater confusion. everyone around him was reading and nothing more. he crumpled up the paper again and shoved it into his pocket, trying to forget about it.

but here he was AGAIN scanning the room silently. his physics class was filled with so many different students so he decided to eliminate some.

there were the 'pick me girls' that were already dating, 7 gone.

jihoon wasn't a stalker but sometimes he just had to much time on his hands when he wasnt paying attention in class and there were people that made it obvious they had a s/o, 5 gone

the 2 nerds that would never throw notes in class, 2 gone

and that left the guys that jihoon stared at for a while and shook his head. none of them would even want to approach jihoon.

seokmin, jeonghan, chan, wonwoo, junhao, seungkwan and soonyoung

he just eliminated everyone in his classroom.

jihoon came to the only reasonable conclusion, the person who threw the note misthrew it in the wrong direction. so he crumpled the paper back up and completely forgot about it