Minsung Oneshots

My Idiot

".....and if you don't improve, Han Jisung, I am sorry to say but I'm afraid that you will be failing this semester. You need to buckle up. You have been in this school for so many years, how difficult can mastering a known thing be? You also........"

Jisung zoned out as Mr. Park continued lecturing him, the monotonous words flying over his head as he listened to them mindlessly, exhausted. This was the third test he had failed in a row, not counting the one which he couldn't even give because he had collapsed due to dehydration before his class. He wondered what his mom's reaction would be when she found out about his dismal marks. The last few times, she had let it slide with only a three hour long lecture. This time though, he would probably be kicked out of the house for good.

Jisung wondered, for a fleeting minute if he could use one of the ridiculous amount of youtube hacks he had seen for time pass to change the F minus to an A plus but then realised that this wasn't, in fact, time pass and if he did attempt that hack, the only reward he would be getting was no food for one night and lectures enough to feed him for that night. And probably a flying slipper or two as a bonus.

This wasn't always the case for the squirrel faced boy though. Until a few weeks ago, he was the apple of every teacher's eye, perfect in everything starting from marks to behaviour to appearance. All the students liked him, even if it was just to get their own job done but Jisung didn't mind. He was happy friendless and preferred to keep it that way. He would never admit to the yearning in his heart for another companion who could understand him, simply because he hadn't found that companion yet.

From the outside Jisung's life seemed perfect. With, as I said, perfect marks, perfect behaviour, perfect family.

The only problem was, in fact, the fact that his family wasn't actually perfect.

From the outside it seemed like none of them could go a day without each other. But only Jisung knew how fucked up it actually was from the inside.

Jisung's parents would always have fights. Tremendous fights about the silliest of matters. They could never agree on anything. Not even when it came to Jisung or Chan. If Jisung's father wanted his son to excel in sports, his mother wanted him to be academically flawless.

It didn't help matters that his brother, Chan, was already the perfect child in his parents opinions. Everything he did was correct and Jisung was expected to live up to his parents ever exceeding expectations courtesy to his brother for setting that line.

In simpler words, the pressure had started getting to him.

Jisung would feel exhausted all the time. He would stay up late to finish studying, walk into the classroom while struggling to not fall asleep and then end up with an F on his test.

Ever since this saga of his had started, Jisung would notice that people slowly stopped approaching him. The teachers slowly stopped asking him answers and overall, within a span of no less and no more than three weeks, Han Jisung had become the quiet kid of the class.

No more sudden, loud screams of pain when he knocked his knees on the wooden desk. No more "Oh yeah sure! What do you need help with?" No more silly dad jokes that couldn't even stop the teachers from cracking a smile.

All in all, Jisung had changed. Pretty drastically.
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They say JYP High School was built on top of a long forgotten graveyard. Now obviously, when you hear the word graveyard, the first thing that comes to your mind (at least for me) is rotten corpses with missing limbs rising from the dead, wrapped in rolls of toilet paper as green mist surrounded them, groaning miserably like a person unable to get through his Maths test.