𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓. ༆ heesun

four

"hey!! don't let it close! scarface!"

the male that lived infront of sunoos dorm came running down the hall with a backpack that looks like it had nothing inside of it from how hollow it looked.

sunoo didn't bother to do anything about the closing elevator door and let it shut, but got surprised when they suddenly came opening again revealing the sweaty and out of breath male on the other side. he looks a little mad.

he stomps his way inside of the small space and leans against the elevator railing, rolling his neck and turning to face sunoo angrily.

"what's the deal with you? didn't you hear me yelling?" sunoo shrugged carelessly.

jungwon overslept today and sunoo had no other choice but to come walk alone to school since he knew his bestfriend hadn't gotten any sleep because of him.

sunoo was mindlessly scrolling through his instagram feed before the guy began to speak again

"i know you are kinda blind but not deaf too."

"do you know how to be quiet?" the boy chuckled.

"yeah i do, i'm just genuinely curious if that scar of yours takes away your ability to have common courtesy and hold open the elevator door for someone!"

"if you can be genuinely curious then you can genuinely shut the fuck up." he knew he was getting the blonde pissed off.

"was your scar a self-harm attempt or—"

"can you actually shut the fuck up and mind your own business? god damn."

sunoo glared at the other with venom and it was clear that the question made him very uncomfortable and mad. who the fuck would ask that about something they don't know the background of?

all the blonde can think was how unmannered that guy was. it was almost as if he was raised by bags of shit by the side of the road. he looks like he has no respect for others around him.

the second the elevator doors opened, sunoo almost bolted out with his earphones plugged into his ears to block out noise.

"pfft, what can nishimura riki not do?" he annoyingly laughed before childishly running to wherever his legs took him.

sunoo on the other hand was low key kind of hurt by what riki said.

self-harm? really..? is that what people think of me whenever they see me?

do they think of me as weak?

do they think of me as someone who can't defend themselves?

do they see me as..

nevermind.

he walked into the building with his bag hanging over his shoulder and made a route to his locker that was next to his roommates.

he opened the small door and took out his books that he needed for his upcoming chemistry class in a few minutes.

he heard doors to his right slam open and there he saw his roommate. grey sweatpants, oversized sweatshirt with a graphic design of 'bambi' on his back.