Watching over you

glitter girls

Jisung was starting to become paranoid. every single time he looked at his phone, he thought he heard a buzz. Every single time he looked around, he could swear he saw someone. His mind was completely overrun by the thought of this person.

He woke up in a cold sweat, panting softly. He held his chest and tried to slow his breathing,

"Leebit_angel has sent you a message."

Jisung felt a shiver run down his spine. he wanted to throw up. Was that an appropriate reaction? maybe this was a joke, maybe some sick prank some kids decided to pull. but there was a lingering thought it wasn't.

The boy heard a groan, and he whipped his head around in fear. Chan raised an eyebrow at the expression on the boys face,

"Why do you look so scared?" he asked, yawning.

He sighed, forcing a laugh.

"I'm just a little shaken up from waking up so suddenly."

The older smiled, he looked down at his phone and sighed.

"Come on, Jisung, we have to get ready."

The boy sighed,

"What am I supposed to wear?"

Chan shrugged,

"Look in your closet."

The boy whined,

"Hyung~, can I steal your clothes?"

He laughed,

"they wouldn't fit you."

"Just your sweater, please?"

Despite Chans' reluctance, he handed the boy his hoodie with a sigh,

"Don't you dare get it dirty,"

Jisung smiled,

"I won't."

The older man kicked Jisung out of his room so he could take a shower and that left the boy alone to think, he would have to figure out where that camera was, joke or not it was an invasion of his privacy. he didn't even wanna know what the person may have seen him do. he absolutely hated the idea of going into the room, but he needed clothes. part of him felt as if the room itself was now contaminated with a deadly chemical. He held his breath as he walked into the room. trying to make himself look smaller, he opened his drawer for a pair of shorts and quickly shuffled out of the room, before he left fully, he reached for his stuffed animals and stuffed them all into his arms at once.

Maybe it was childish, but he never wanted to leave them out. Whenever he slept, he tried to fit all of them in his arms so none of them would feel lonely...

Chan walked out of his room and stared blankly at Jisung and his stuffed animal army,

"Do I even want to know what that's about?" He questioned

Jisung shook his head. The older shrugged it off, the boy was weird. He knew that since he first met him. this was nothing new.

The two walked out of the house and into the sunlight. The brown haired boy sighed, melting in the heat,

"It feels nice to be outside."

Chan raised an eyebrow,

"Are you deprived of light or something?"

he shook his head,

"Maybe.."

even though it's only been one night, Jisung felt as if the whole house was stuffy, as if his anxiety drowned him out whenever he walked in the house. He didn't know how to properly explain to his best friend that he fears he will throw up if he stays in his room for any amount of time.

After hopping into the car and driving for a bit, the pair made it into their school. They waved each other goodbye and parted to go to their classes.

Jisung always hated this part of the day, the worst class possible, and Chan wasn't with him. Half the time, he didn't even know what he was going to do without the man. but despite this, grades are important. Jisung walked into the class, observing the half full room. They never had assigned seats before, but based on the new name tags on the seats, apparently they do now. Jisung looked for his name, and when he finally found it, he noticed someone right next to his desk, a boy wearing a hood looking down at his paper, doodling random faces.

Jisung sighed. If he was going to be stuck with someone who MIGHT start a shoot out, he might as well get friendly quickly,

"Hey! My name is Jisung. What's yours?"

The boy looked up at Jisung and smirked, taking off his hood. Jisung blushed at the sight of the man, sharp features, and a sexy smile. He looked like a statue.

"I know your name."

Jisung blinked at the man, slightly confused

"How do you know my name?" he asked, laughing softly

the man bit his lip,

"I see you all over the school, a lot of people talk about you, you know?" he said.

Jisung wasn't sure if he was trying to warn the boy people were talking shit or what, but he forced a smile anyway.

"Ah- okay, well, what's your name, sir?"

The man stared back at him blankly for a moment before looking back down at his paper,

"Minho, nice to meet you."

Jisung blushed softly, the mans voice was low, and it made his heart race.

"That's a nice name.."

Minho laughed softly,

"Are you always this shy when meeting someone, or is it just me, pretty boy?"

The younger blushed at the nickname and looked down,

"I am not-" Jisung was interrupted by a hand under his chin,

"Look at me when you're talking to me." Minho said with a frown.

Jisung tried to laugh it off, but the hold on his face got tighter, making him wince in pain

"M-Minho, please let go-" He pleaded softly, the man let go and laughed,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you."

Jisung nodded,

"it's okay..."

Suddenly, the teacher walked into the classroom with a folder, starting to take attendance. Jisung played with his hands in his lap. He felt eyes bore into him, but he tried to ignore it. He also tried to ignore the heavy panting he heard next to him and the man shifting in his seat.

The rest of the class went well, but suddenly a hand was on his thigh,

"Hey Jisung, random question." Minho asked

Jisung smiled,

"Ask away."

"Do you like the show glitter girls?"