Han Jisung
"What the fuck kinda dare is this?" I grumble to myself, pushing through the guests, making sure to smile at the few I recognized, and going upstairs.
Obviously the intent was for me to walk in on a freaky situation and then have my 21 years of innocence scarred, but couldn't I just sit out here and pretend to do my dare? I mean how would they know?
This is peak intelligence.
And so once I made it to the top of the stairs, I found a spot on the wall to lean my head against, trying to not breath in the smell of alcohol that had now taken over the house. I'd just wait it out and then return to the group looking traumatized.
It was a bit relaxing up here, not as much of a crowd, the music was less loud, and there was no drunk Hyunjins yelling. Kind of peaceful, you know?
That is until a head catches my attention.
I see it in the corner of my eye, a tall boy who sported black gelled hair. So many times had I become accustomed to seeing it, but now it managed to flip a switch in me.
Suddenly, I could hear my heartbeat loud and clear in my ears, feeling my stomach drop. I slowly lift my head from the wall, my mind blank as I try to get a better look.
But I knew it was him.
Nauseous.
If made me feel so dizzy I could throw up right then and there.
Almost immediately, the pressure building up in my chest becomes unbearable and I find myself holding onto the same wall I was just leaning on. The man laughs with another girl at his side, the two of them walking past me and down the hall toward a bedroom.
Baekho.
He's here.
With another girl.
My hands shake as I try my best to steady myself, the overwhelming feeling that I'd been trying to keep hidden away all week was rising back up.
Nonono please not here.
it's supposed to be a fun night.
I claw at my throat, trying to get a breath of air but my brains couldn't focus, falling into the deep depths of overthinking.
A panic attack.
He really doesn't care huh?
He said he wanted me back? But he's with another girl!
How many times..
How many times has this happened while we were together.
"Jisung!?" I hear my voice being called in the distance, realizing I had taken cover in any empty room. Tears pricking my eyes as I slid down the wall, bring my knees to my chest.
Calm down jisung.
You need to man up.
I squeeze my hand with my other, trying to stop it from shaking as I grit my teeth, but I was no use. I tense my body, only for it shake against my will
I'm so fucking pathetic-
"Sung!"
The voice clearly belonged to Minho, a part of me relieved at that. He burst into the room and his warm arms quickly wrap around me as he picks up on the situation.
I let myself fall into his touch, trying my best to ground myself as he asks me more questions than the initial. I successfully point out 3 things I can hear see and touch at his request.
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