Will You Catch Me When I Fall? || Minsung

8

A/N: Sorry it's been a small while, I've been procrastinating a lot of work recently 😭

Sungie🐿️:
hi

Lixie☀️:
hii

Sungie🐿️:
are yalls heats ended yet T-T

Lixie☀️:
sung its been one day

Sungie🐿️:
yeah ik but still

Minnie🐶:
okay..?

Sungie🐿️:
shut up seungmin

Minnie🐶:
wtf i literally said 'okay'
why so hostile
>:[

Sungie🐿️:
your 'okay' sounded hostile

Minnie🐶:
right because you can 'hear'
texts now

Sungie🐿️ is typing...

Innie🍞:
okay anyway uhm we have
to go to school now bye
minnie bye lixie

Lixie☀️:
bye inniee

Minnie🐶:
bye

Sungie🐿️:
bye lix

Minnie🐶:
fucking mood

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School was going well for Jisung so far, and surprisingly no one approached him and Jeongin at the first interval.

Couldn't say the same for the second though.

Like the day before, the same 4 alphas walked up to the table where Jisung and Jeongin usually sat. Jisung felt like throwing up, recalling the pain he endured yesterday.

"Whatcha doin' omega?"

"Nothing right now." Jisung mumbled, shaking already. Jeongin looked like he was on the verge of tears. Honestly, it was probably a good thing Seungmin was going through his heat because otherwise the latter would've tried fighting or arguing with the alphas. Dangerous for both himself and his friends. But it was for defending Jeongin, so as the author I would've given him permission.

"When's the dandy boy coming back?"

"Do you not know anything about omegas? Heats last 2-6 days." Chan prodded Hyunjin who huffed and rolled his eyes. Jisung only hummed softly, slightly impatient to get the torture over with. As if on cue, a hand tightened around his neck. He scrunched his face in discomfort.

Why did we have to be your targets?

Like usual, he stumbled up and followed Minho who still had a firm, painful grip, and showed no sign of letting go until they were back in the same dim, unwelcoming hallway despite the lights that were still working well. The place had already become a dark and frightening place thanks to everything that had happened to Jisung there before. He shivered when a coldness ran down his spine as his eyes met with his bully's.

Cold. Mean. Emotionless.

It went like usual, slammed against the lockers, punched with no mercy as Jeongin was forced to watch helplessly again, until he was on the verge of passing out, again. Though this time he was conscious, his vision blackened when he tried standing up. Jeongin positioned himself under the wounded boy's arm, helping him make his way to the nurse's office.