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turn to me when everything goes wrong.

02:03:56 a.m. 

seungmin yawned for what felt like the zillionth time today, each one more insistent than before. he peered at the numbers scrawled across his book, the lines blurring momentarily before he took a fortifying sip of his coffee.

at this point, no amount of caffeine was enough to keep his body awake. he had been awake for the last thirty-eight hours, preparing for his physics exam. he didn't even know if all that he was studying was actually making sense to him. 

like what the fuck do you mean when you say ''the square of its period of revolution around the sun is directly proportional to the cube of the mean distance of a planet from the sun'' at this point, it's as if you've just put a bunch of random words to make a sentence. 

don't get seungmin wrong, he loved physics. but he loved it more when it was less stressful. 

seungmin let out a shaky breath and kept his head on the table, momentarily closing his eyes but immediately opening them when he felt a stinging sensation. great, now he couldn't even take a nap. 

No matter how vigorously he rubbed or attempted to close them, the stinging persisted, it was as if someone was peeling his eyes out. 

it was too much.

a tear slipped out of his eyes.

and another. 

and another.

he sobbed. seungmin didn't wanna feel whatever he was feeling anymore. he just wanted to solve this equation and get over with it, why couldn't he do it? he knew how to do it. he knew exactly what to do, then why was it so hard to lift his pen and start writing? why?

what happened to him?

seungmin knew he wasn't the person to cry easily, he rarely ever did. and when he did, he made sure to hide his tears from all those around him and sob in the little pit of his comfort he made alone. 

but some days, it was hard to cry. it was hard wiping his tears and taking away his frustrations. so he studied them away. 

he soon developed a habit of studying whenever he felt overwhelmed. books and notes occupied his mind, making him forget his problems even if it was just for a few hours. but it soon turned into an unhealthy coping mechanism, and seungmin found himself forgetting his meals, talking to his friends, stepping out of his house or even drinking a glass of water while he was at it. 

he knew he was shutting everyone out, his friends, his family, everyone. but that's what he did all the time anyway. detaching himself from the world until everything was okay again. he didn't wanna project his problems to others, or vent to them and ruin their mood just because his head decided to have a bad day. everyone else had a lot on their plate anyways. 

his breaths quivered as he folded his arms tightly around himself, right now, his mind craved only one embrace. 

his boyfriend.

his boyfriend whom he hadn't seen in almost a week, god how much he misses him. his heart and mind craved for him every day,  seungmin longing for his presence clawed at his soul, a relentless yearning that seemed to intensify with each passing day. 

but he knew the older was busy. both of them were caught up in an exam week, his boyfriend being his senior didn't help at all in making their schedule's collide, instead, worse, it drifted them further. the only thing keeping them together was the texts and calls they would send each other everyday without fail, the only thing that could keep seungmin sane at the moment. 

a sudden ping from his phone brought seungmin back to reality. he wiped his tears and glanced at the clock in confusion. 

03:11:23 a.m.