Do not touch (Minsung)

15

It's been a month. Yeji came over the day after and Jisung explained what happened and she promised she would let the company know. Changbin, Seungmin and Jeongin are trying their best to take care of him but it's difficult, they still have to work and they're fairly busy with the holidays right around the corner. Jisung mainly did nothing all day everyday, he's binged watched a lot of shows that he's wanted to watch though. He sighed.

Ringo laid next to him sensing the others discontentness. He was dying on this sofa. The doctors estimate he will need to heal for the next three months, one month down two more to go. The thought of this being his next two more months killed him. Tomorrow was the day he would start training. The company had decided that if he can't do direct hands on work he would be studying from home to learn the basics of modeling. They shipped him two text books but like who tf uses text books to learn how to model? Before the whole thing Jisung was supposed to have a photo shoot with Elle but that has been postponed for three months out.

But Tyra did want to do a quick small photo shoot just to get him out there a bit. Next week they would set up in the living room for shots. Tyra had come and looked at the apartment before hand and deemed it pretty enough for a shoot. Word had gotten out about what happened but Tyra and the company worked hard to make sure only word of the physical assault got out and not word of the sexual assault. She wanted to help the boy keep at least some of his dignity. All of the doctors he had worked with are under strict surveillance by the company. If any word gets out most likely it would be a violation of patient doctor confidentiality. Highly illegal and a jailable offense. Though all the doctors were amazing and made him feel comfortable.

Looking out his window Jisung was able to watch the cold bitter winter fade into a cold rainy spring that would soon bloom into a warm, green bright spring filled with fresh air and fresh flowers. But to Jisung, there was something so comforting about the winter, as though the snow was a blanket of warmth in this cold bitter atmosphere. Jisung sometimes wished he was a snowflake, destined to fall and fall only to hit the ground full of his own kind. That way, he wouldn't be alone in this shitty world. Grasps of winter fought with the incoming spring as if to stay just a little longer. Alas though soon spring would be in full swing and children would run around on the playground squealing and screaming at one another all while giggling, one might trip and find a small cut on their hand and run crying to their mom who would cuddle them close tell them in would be okay and kiss away their tears.

He missed those days. The simplicity of his biggest worry being a cut on his knee, when did everything get so complicated? Maybe it was high school? Why is it that as you get older it seems that you have no more time for fun? If an adult runs around on a play set or maybe goes trick or treating they get looked at weird. What's wrong with having fun outside of drinking? Is that all the world is for adults? Drinking to have "fun"? Jisung doesn't even like drinking all that much, alcohol is bitter and the sweet ones made him gag. He found no joy in drinking by himself or with friends. Honestly these days Jisung didn't find much joy in anything. His brain would constantly remember pieces of the assault and he would get glimpses of it triggering him to sob and lock himself in his room. The injuries he sustained were a constant reminder that he was weak. He held on to the fact that one day he will heal, and one day he will be okay again, in this moment though nothing felt okay. His world is shattered.

Jisung has been working though. Looking through design concepts learning more about designing and what works what doesn't and how designers make it big. Jisung believes he needs an out of the box idea. An overall theme that most wouldn't think would work. He wants it. The fame the praise the people admiring his creativity even on the most simple pieces. He wants it all. Seungmin helps him a lot with his dreams and also believes that Jisung's plan to slowly work his way to becoming a designer for Gucci is brilliant. It's going to take a while, as well as patience. But Jisung's ready, he's ready to take his dreams with an iron clad fist and suffocate the dreamy part away, he wants it to be his reality, no more dreaming. It's going to be his reality one day and nobody was going to stop him. No one could deprive him of the liberty to make his dreams come true.

4+4=ate

Some shorter chapters here and there. I'm not losing passion or whatever this is one of my favorite books that I've been writing. These chapters are short because I would just be writing in circles. Next chapter will be after Jisung fully returns to work.