ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ - 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

Chapter Three

— R POV

The sky was monotone. Jisung enjoyed days like this. The satisfaction of the breeze from the air going through his sweater and onto his body. No sun to balance it out. He always loved the cold and it was only because when heat hits his skin, it gets all red.

Staring at the wall of the school's rooftop doorway, Jisung fidgets his backpack strings. He felt like the entire rooftop was empty, uncomfortably empty. His hands spoke before him as he fumbled to find a Sharpie in his backpack filled with many abandoned pens, pencils, and loose paper at the bottom. When he found one he snickered and crawled to the wall before scribbling a messy flower.

"Shit, I messed up," he muttered trying to connect the lines of the flower's itty bitty leaf. Drawing grass right under to give it more detail. Happily, he smiled and put the marker cap back on. "This is the start of an art piece."

"If you call this art then I advise you to never admit your art to a university." The boy quickly turned with offense in his eyes finding a brunette, Minho, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "If you plan on vandalizing school property at least make it look good."

Jisung rolled his eyes throwing the Sharpie off the roof of the building. He slumped down and laid on his backpack to calm himself before Minho pulled his last straw. The brunette on the other hand was grinning before looking at the view out the roof.

"The view looks better than the wall. You should look at it instead," Minho added. Not ripping his gaze away from the view of their town. Jisung scoffed under his breath, putting an arm on top of his eyes to block out light.

"The plants are dead, why would I look?", Jisung replied bluntly. The latter finally turned to find the boy lying and snorted. He made his way next to him which brought attention to the raven who quickly sat up at that. "I'm off."

Grabbing his backpack, he didn't spare another glance at Minho before speeding back down the campus. The brunette felt neglected and confused yet curious...

— R POV

Minho dragged his pencil across the paper, sketching out a quick scenery of a beach. He's been in his art block for a while so now he's been drawing whatever. His hand jolted at his phone blasting with a "Cigarette After Sex" song that he set as his ringtone. "Ahh shit... who is it?" He cursed under his breath before placing his sketching pad down to grab his phone.

Minho's gaze focused on the unknown phone number before answering to tell the person that they had the wrong number. "Hello? Is this Minho?" A groggy voice asked right when the phone call started.

It's my fucking dad. "Who's asking?"

"I need Minho to give me money. My meds ran out and I need the fucking money. I need money right now and you tell him that if he doesn't give me anything, I will find him and his bitch of a mother." The blood on Minho's face left as he became pale and swallowed hard. "I know you're listening Minho—"

The brunette ended the call and shuffled to turn his phone on silent and do not disturb. He grabbed his chest feeling his aching heart beating faster than it should be. Minho walked to his window and closed the shutters feeling very uneasy.