Straykids One shot book

complicated love

Ship: Minsung
Triggers/Warnings: panic attack

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The first time he had to move with his parents, he was only eight years old. They moved to Malaysia and lived there for a while. They didn't care what happened to their son's friends, as long as their careers were going well. Whatever they did, they lived in Malaysia for four years until they tore their son away from his friends and moved again. At the age of twelve, the little boy had to leave everything he loved behind again. 

They moved to Europe, where they also moved away after two years, back to Malaysia. At the age of 14, the boy moved back to his friends, whom he had to leave behind for two years. When he found out that they were staying for the time being, he was so happy that he told all his friends at that point. However, all this moving caused a lot of damage. The 14-year-old often woke up crying, afraid of having to move again. 

His friends began to worry because the brown-haired boy was so scared and exhausted. However, no one could find out what was wrong with the boy. He was far too closed off to talk about this problem, as it would put his parents in a bad light. This in turn would get him into big trouble, which he wanted to avoid if he could. Years passed and his friends also became less, as he had changed a lot because of this fear.

His parents didn't care anyway. 

4 years later

At the age of 18, they dragged him back to Korea, where he was enrolled in one of the best schools, and so he had to prepare himself for sleepless nights and red and swollen eyes again. His first day of school began a week later. With a queasy feeling, he walked through the still somewhat crowded corridors to his classroom where his teacher was waiting for him. Mr. Mon. From a distance, he could see a middle-aged man standing there and assumed that it was Mr. Mon. He stopped next to the man, who immediately paid him attention. "Good morning, are you my new student by any chance?" He asked and the 18-year-old nodded. 

"I'm pleased to welcome you to my class. I'm Mr. Mon and from today on, your teacher. Come with me to the classroom, I'll show you where to sit and you'll get all your books and everything else that's important." Again, the brown-haired boy just nodded and followed the man into the classroom. When that was done, he just sat at his seat with his eyes fixed on his hands as the classroom filled up. Even when a person sat down next to him, his eyes remained fixed on his hands and just as the bell rang, Mr. Mon began the lesson. "Kids, we have a new student, I ask you to treat him with respect! Would you be so kind as to introduce yourself to us all?" The man said and looked at the brown-haired boy with a simple smile.

He stood up and walked to the front of Mr. Mon and turned his gaze to the class for the first time. "Hi... my name is Han Jisung and I am 18 years old." That was the only thing that came out of his mouth and he walked back to his seat and sat down. Mr. Mon looked at Jisung in surprise for a while until he simply carried on with his lesson as normal. Jisung was not only a mystery to Mr. Mon but also to the students in his class. No matter how often they tried to talk to him, he either had his headphones on or he ran away as soon as he noticed someone coming towards him. Of course, he didn't expect that he would ever be grateful that someone was following him. 

It started in the morning, he woke up drenched in sweat and couldn't sleep a wink after that. He grabbed some fresh clothes and went to take a shower, where he burst into tears and cried his heart out until he finished showering and got out of the shower as if nothing had happened, even though you could clearly see it in his eyes. He got dressed, grabbed his backpack, packed everything he needed in it, went downstairs, put on his shoes and with one last grab for his keys he left the house and made his way to school with that oppressive feeling in his chest. When he got there he sat down in the already full classroom and hoped that the day was simply over again.