your body

12| mistake after mistake

jisung was sitting in his seat, his leg bouncing.
the teacher started handing out the graded tests.

"I'm so worried."
jisung sighed.

felix gave him a reassuring smile, gently caressing his back.
"you studied really hard ji, I'm sure you will get an A."

jisung nodded, looking down.
he would never forgive himself if he failed this test.

"lee felix, amazing work, as always."
the teacher said, giving felix the paper.
a huge A was on it.

"how are you always getting straight A's?"
jisung asked, even more worried now.

"I'm good at chemistry jisung, I thought we both knew that."
felix chuckled.
"there are so many things you're much more better then me at, let me at least have the chemistry."

jisung smiled lightly.

"han jisung."
the teacher said, placing the paper on the desk.
"nothing I didn't expect."

jisungs eyes went wide when he saw a F on the right corner of the paper.
his breath got heavy.
he was officially failing chemistry.

felix looked at the paper in jisungs hands, not sure what to do.
he felt sorry for jisung.
he knew that he tried his hardest not to fail this test.
but unfortunately, the F was there, on the paper.

"hey, jisung."
felix gently took jisungs hand.
"it's going to be good, you still have few months to repair your grade. I will help you, okay?"

jisung didn't respond.
he kept staring at the grade, feeling like a failure.

"another F?"
his mom said angrily, ripping the paper in half.

jisung closed his eyes.
"please don't yell."

"I told you to study on this test!"
she said.

"I did."
jisung whispered.

"clearly not enough."
his dad said, taking a beer from the fridge.

jisung didn't say anything.
even tho he knew how hard he try to get at least a C, he learnt not to speak back.

"if you fail your next chemistry test, we will start homeschooling you. you will be in the house 24/7, studying and working hard. no friends that can distract you, no phone or computer, or your guitar."
his mom said.

"you know what? you're grounded. from school, you will go straight home and study, with no distractions. you won't see your phone and your guitar until your next grade won't be A. if it's B, you will only get one thing back. are we clear?"
his dad said, venom in his voice.

jisung stared at the ground, his hands shaking.
"yes."

"good."
his mom said.
"now give me your phone."

•~•

minho had a lot of meetings today, so he returned home a little later then usual.
it was only about an hour, so he didn't inform jisung.

walking inside the house with a sigh, he didn't want anything else then just to cook himself and jisung some dinner and go to sleep. but when he walked into the kitchen, his eyes widened.

on the ground laid jisung, holding an almost empty bottle of whiskey.
but what caught Minhos attention the most was his wrists.

he immediately ran to him, taking the bottle out of his hand and putting it on the counter, before kneeling next to him and lightly shaking him.