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Jisung woke up with a headache that would make him tear up. He hated it. The fact that it made all the thoughts he had night before again to his mind, made him all tired again. His cheeks were smutted with the tear traces, and it would feel dry and stretched. ''I hate mornings, nights. What do I even love?'', he mumbled while looking at the wall with blank stares. He was all drained up, even though normal people would feel all rested in the morning, he was the opposite of it. 

He got up with a groan and went to the bathroom. When he saw his face with dried tears and swelled eyes, it disgusted him. He was a decent-looking guy to himself but with these messy features, like his bed hair and the eyes that he couldn't fully open, he hated the sight. ''I look like a drug dealer...'', he said while looking at himself with a blank stare. After scanning himself in the mirror and not moving even an inch, he laughed. He laughed because it was funny. It was funny to think how would be the other people's faces if they were to see him in this state. Would they be terrified? Would they be worried and think that Jisung was sick? Or would they be disgusted as much as Jisung? 

He was gotten rid of all the traces of his bad sleeping habits when he got out of the bathroom. His eyes were wide open and his hair looked shiny again. It was almost magic, how he managed to look all normal when he was having terrifying nights. He looked at the mirror lastly and slapped his cheeks, reminding himself to live his day like usual. 

He brought some buns on the way to the school and sat at a park near his school. The bank was there for years, even before when the newly built school building was there. The park itself was pretty torn. ''Soon they will replace this with new ones'', Jisung thought to himself. Almost every day, he gets to sit there and look at the students walking towards their school building with small steps as it is too early. Jisung didn't like to keep feeling the painful silence and loneliness at home, and that would make him go out every chance he got. 

He looked at the front and lifted his head to follow the building's floors as he was munching his last piece of food. It was a 3 floored building and it looked like one of the old doll-house toys. Its pink paint was fading and slowly replaced with grey. This was a university and an old one with it. Students were having their classes in this gross building. What kind of a town this was? He didn't know if he should like it or not. It felt like there was a trace of the past on that. It was as if they were carrying a long story with them. Jisung liked to think about nostalgic things from time to time, and he always found himself longing for a past he didn't have. Maybe this different feeling was his hope for the future but it would make him uneasy. On the other hand, he was complaining about why it wasn't rebuilt. He wanted to engrave his own story on it and see those once vibrant colors fade away with his life. ''Fuck, too depressed.'', he spat and got up, slowly walking to his school building.

When he reached his class, he noticed that Seungmin was there and Felix wasn't around, and he usually would be here even before Seungmin. He wanted to ask but was cut off by Seungmin, ''He said that he overslept.'' Jisung just nodded and sat at his desk right behind Seungmin and Felix's shared desk. He was sitting in the back row by himself, just right in front of the window where he could see a part of the park he sat. His eyes wandered towards the old pink building and he wanted to sigh again. He turned his head back at Seungmin and caught Seungmin looking at him. He tried to smile with a stupid face as he shrugged, ''I wonder if he'll manage to the first period.'' Seungmin shook his head with a smile as he exhaled, ''Probably, he won't.'' Then he turned at the brunette and smiled again. It would give Jisung goosebumps. Nothing was wrong with him at all but he somehow felt Seungmin was suffering with something. He would ask if he was himself, but he just, couldn't...