ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ

𝟛𝟘 || 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧

After the last period; comes the after school activities where Jisung was situated in his seat at the club room where he was practicing the new song he and the band were working on.

Playing the tunes perfectly where his fingers placed at the right frets while his other hands hit the strings making beautiful sounds.

He was familiar with the lyrics since it was simple and talked about fortunate love unlike his lyrics that he likes them sad.

He finds himself cringing at the song since he never experienced such beautiful feelings to be mutual, he was stuck with his one sided love towards Chan for over a year now... His finger stopped hitting the strings when he felt a cold thing going down his cheeks.

He felt it with his hands that got wet upon touching his tear— he got sick of crying over somebody that is happy with someone else.

He was glad that both of his band mates aren't present where Chan and Jeongin left early for a date while Changbin never attended school today.

Jisung hates seeming weak in his friend's eyes -especially hyunjin- since he knows very well that they can't wipe his tears and comfort him like Minho—

Wait... What?

Why did it switch into thinking about him...?

Jisung(💭):«what up with me these days? I barely see him yet the only thing I can think of while crying is him»

He put his hands on both sides of his head and shook it like a maniac not wanting to think about the school president.

He puts the guitar on his gig bag and walks to one of the club room's closets and brings out a grey hoodie which he wore on top of his uniform since it was getting cold at the beginning of December and he doesn't want to deal with a fever any time soon.

He left the school building with his guitar on his shoulders walking towards the school gates with his hands on his hoodie pockets.

Just when he walk a little bit further from the school, he feels a droplet coming down from above wetting his cheeks and at that moment, Jisung raises his head to look at the sky just for another droplet to hit the spot under his eyes.

He let his hands hold his hood and put it over his head protecting it from the rain while walking towards the bus stop.

It was a cold gloomy rainy day, a perfect day for him to cry himself again.

Not because of Chan, not because of the music club, not because of school grades...but because he was hopeless and weak and no one would be able to bring his happiness back.

He walked a few steps until he arrived at the bus stop which only consisted of a long sign pole with no sheltered bus bench.

Jisung doesn't know how long he's going to suffer under the rain.