Help Me Out? (Seongjoong)

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[comments are always very welcome!]

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I wake up to the feeling of small cat paws jabbing me in the ribs.
"Ouch. Get off."
I tried to lower my voice. But it was no use. The orange tabby continuing to kneed at my flesh. It felt like it would leave bruises. Though I knew it wouldn't.

He finally jumped down.

I definitely won't miss that after I move out.

Today. I move today.

I reached to my nightstand. My hands finding their way to notebooks placed there from a long night of preparation for the upcoming school year.

Who doesn't love making notes?

I search around the table until my hand lands on my phone. Tugging the charger cord out to look through my social medias.

Well, not mine.

Choi Chanhee's.

Careful not to accidentally tap the like or fallow buttons. I went to sleep early last night. So I missed a late night post. Captioned: tomorrow I finally move to college.

It's been three months since we graduated.

Just to get this straight. I'm not really trying to be in college with him. It just so happens I chose the same college. I didn't even know where he was going.

Plus. Most of our highschool is going the same place. So... I'm not fallowing Chanhee.

I've kept my mind off him the entire summer. Well. Mostly. How could you not think about someone like that all the time. You just have to.

Yes, I haven't technically met him. But I also haven't been able to get him out of my mind since he walked into the freshman science class. He was utterly beautiful.

And I wasn't the only one who thought this.

So many others would watch as he walked through the halls, heads would turn every time he walked into a class. Everything about him was just gravitating.

Though I don't really know his personality. I've never talked to him. That's another problem. I'm too shy to even say hello. Back to his personality. Everything I've heard is amazing. Absolutely perfection.

This year though. I'm not gonna be quiet. Park Seonghwa, the kid with crushing social anxiety. Not anymore! This year was gonna be different.

This is a a chance to change myself. Make myself into what I want to be. Finally. This is a fresh start.

Crashing came from downstairs.

Ah yes. My mother. Rifling through the entire house even though my suitcase, and everything I need is already in the car. Does she care? Definitely not. She constantly worried. About everything. But especially about me.

Downstairs I come to find just what I expected. My mom running around the kitchen. Hunting for... something?

I watched momentarily. My eyes meeting my father's every once in awhile us two both flashing eyes at each other.