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jisung sat in detention with a heavy heart. it was raining outside, the classroom he was in was gloomy yet stuffy, and the other students sat in the classroom did not have the best scent....

his head also felt heavy. a jumble of thoughts possessed him, fingers tracing the crevasses of the wooden desk in front of him in a slow motion.

his mind thought back to his business class of earlier, more specifically with minho.

his blood boiled at the thought of him, his actions more specifically. cocky, rude, obnoxious....clearly the first impressions that he gave off to jisung were not great.

dismissing the thoughts of minho before his blood boiled past 100 degrees, jisung laid his head down on the table, counting down the minutes and seconds left till his detention was over.

normally, he would have simply not gone. but as he was on his last few strikes, he basically felt obliged to attend.

'5 more minutes' with heavy eyelids, he stared up at the clock dauntingly hanging above the whiteboard.

in moments like these, time dramatically felt like eternity. jisung hated it.





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at around 4:35pm jisung was lucky enough to catch the bus back home on time. upon reaching his front door, he looked over his shoulder at the house opposite his on the calm street of his neighbourhood. there was a sound of clattering and laughter after it being empty for months.

their previous neighbours had moved out after a good 7 years of living there. they had a daughter who was a few years older than jisung and they gold along pretty well.

however, being the age he is now, he had no intentions of going out of his way new relationships with the new neighbours unless it was forced upon him.

realising he had been stood outside staring at the house for longer than what was considered normal, he blinked his tired eyes and went inside his own house.

"jisung?" he heard his mother's voice call from the kitchen.

"yep." he kicked his shoes off and walked towards the door of the kitchen.

"i got an email saying you got detention?" the short haired woman put her hands on her hips, staring down at her son with an unfathomable expression. jisung didn't feel bothered enough to try and dissect the emotions she was reflecting of her face towards him and instead was focused on keeping the conversation short enough to extend his scheduled nap time.

"yeah, it's whatever." he yawned, tactical.

"it's not whatever, han jisung." a sigh escaped her lips with an eye-roll.

"you know mr.kou hates me, i was barely 2 minutes late and he gave me a detention. well if that's all i'm going to sleep now."

his mother still had her apron on. it was only now jisung noticed the abnormal amount of platters wrapped in sheets of tin foil.

"whats all of this for?" his brow cocked upwards in confusion.

"didn't i tell you? it's for the new neighbours..." she smiled up until she noticed the face her son was making at her.

"right...anyway i'm off to bed." with a swift turn on the back of his feet, he rushed up the stairs to his room and shut the door.

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