Sympathy.

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Unknown
I don't want your sympathy.

hello again

Unknown
Stop saying you give a shit

woah woah chill
why would I give a shit?
I dont even know u

Unknown
'Cause you don't really care.

about what?

Unknown
care

ABOUT WHAT??

Unknown
care, yeah

fuck you

Unknown
care, care, care, yeah

ugh u're giving my a headache..
just say what you have to say 'cuz this is some bullshit

Unknown
care, care, care, yeah..

two dots?
what are you, depressed?
sent 10.11pm

nah this again?
sent at 10.11pm

im going lol
sent at 10.12pm

This shit again. It's only the second day but I'm already fed up. Please stop this.

But I wonder why do they text me at such late time? Like a lot of people sleep already! What if I was asleep huh?

Not thinking twice I went to bed. I felt something soft against my leg and saw my newly adopted kitty - Soonie. He's such a small fluff ball. I love him by the way.

next day~

As I arrived to school - with Chan of course - I decided to show the guys the new messages I got.

"Are those some kind of lyrics??" Seungmin asked leaning against his locker.

"How am I supossed to know? They just text me random shit and it's always at 10 pm." I replied.

"Yo wait!! I think I might recognize this song..." Hyunjin beemed.

"Really?! Spill! Maybe if I listen to it I'll know what they want-"

Ah. Our beloved bell rang. So fucking amazing.

"Well let's meet up at lunch at the backyard~" Hyunjin stated and bid us a goodbye.

We nodded and headed to our classes. I had biology first - at lest I would be able to rest since our teacher doesn't really care about us.

lunch~

After some boring ass lessons, it was finally time for lunch - my favorite.

As I was walking down to the backyard I could feel the stares I was getting. Was it because I look good? Or the opposite?

I hurried to the door, exhaling deeply when I saw my friends sitting on a bench under a big cherry tree.

"Hi hyung! How were your classes?" Hyunjin asked munching on his chocolate bun.

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