The Punisher, ㅤ ㅤWeak Hero Class 1

5. Art of sharing burdens

ART OF SHARING BURDENS ✷ CHAPTER FIVE:

                       JIHOO AND YISEUL did not speak a word to each other that next morning. It was probably for the better, but the halls were still loud from her father's footsteps and heavy with her sobs from the night prior.

      It wasn't like she was expecting today to be anything short of normal but it pained her nonetheless. She didn't understand how the world could continue its dance whilst her head rung and her cheek stung. 

     She felt sick and cold. Her eyes burned as she opened her locker, pulling books from her crossbody bag. The material was rough against her palm, and it reminded her of her dads hand as it struck her face. 

            "I've been looking everywhere for you." 

     Suho's voice was so soft, too soft, and it made her wince. His hands, which he gently placed on her shoulders, were soft too. He was so unlike her dad—the polar opposite. 

     The raven-haired girl flinched violently in his grasp, nearly jamming her fingers in her locker in an attempt to hide the red mark on her cheek. Her wide eyes landed on another set, Si-eun, who was staring at her with apathy in his eyes. 

      "I'm okay," she breathed out through shaky breaths. "But why were you looking for me?"

    Suho shrugged as he moved his hands to his pocket, glossy eyes trained on the floor beneath them as though it were the most interesting thing on the planet. "You didn't come yesterday."

       She raised a brow, mentally cursing. "You didn't-"

       He met her eyes then, as though he were seeing her for the first time again. She seemed to crumple underneath his gaze—shrivel inside of herself. "I didn't hear a thing, Yiseul. I never do."

         Sometimes she wished he had. 

    Sometimes she wished he was able to muster up enough courage to pity her right in front of her own eyes, maybe then she wouldn't be left feeling so hopelessly alone.