°Youtiful || Hyunho°

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His brain was a mess. Walking through the hallways of the big mansion while gripping his bloody head. The crimson liquid was dripping on the floor like the little drops of water that kept prisoners awake at night.

He could pass out right there and then, but he didn't want the maid to find his body. It would be a burden for her. When the bathroom was a few steps away, his knees fell to the ground from the pounding in his head. He gripped on the door knob, crawling in with his other hand.

He sniffed, staying on the ground after he closed the door. Laying on the bathroom floor, Hyunjin felt horrible. Why? Too much to explain.

Mainly, he felt like he was no one's first option. Sure, he had Jeongin, but he'd imagined many times if the younger could save anyone it would be Changbin. And Jeongin was all Hyunjin had, so whom's first option would he be?

Hs has always tried to not let those bad thoughts get to him, but he felt like he was hated wherever he went. Like he wasn't seen. He felt stranded on his own each time another problem weighed on his shoulder.

Gaining enough energy to sit up, he grabbed a towel and wiped his head. It was just another usual day of his classmates throwing their hatred of life on him after school hours. Hey, atleast he was release for people. That's what he felt to justify how unfairly he was treated.

He placed a few adorable bandages on his temple, brushing his hair back infront so they were covered. He glanced at himself in the mirror then looked away quickly.  Hyunjin was truly beautiful, and no matter how much Jeongin tried to convince him, it just didn't sit right with him.

If the younger complimented him, he felt like he would just be an attention seeker if he expressed that he didn't see it. So he just nods, and let's teh day go on. Who cares if he finds himself ugly? Jeongin wasn't that much of a comforter, so he wouldn't enjoy spending a minimal hundred years trying to reassure him.

He walked to the kitchen limply after cleaning up the traces of blood on the hallway. His head hurt too much to walk straight. He grabbed some ice from the freezer and pressed it on his head, grimacing slightly.

A sigh escaped him. 'Maybe in another life. Maybe I'd be special to someone'

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The next morning, a stark contrast from Hyunjin's breakdown, the group of chaotic dumbasses were laughing manically at Jisung twerking to GUM.

The kids had gone to their dorms to get their school stuff then returned to Minho and Felix's dorm, except Jeongin. Felix was clinging to Minho's arm like a little kid, begging him to make lamb for... breakfast.

"Do you even have meat? Cause I assure you I have the best me-" Jisung empathized his words with a few silly dance moves before getting smacked on the back of the neck by Minho.

"Felix, stop being a koala. I am NOT gonna cook shit for your fatass." Minho's favorite insult was, well, obviously everything. He liked making people insecure. A mental sadistic if you like.

Seungmin opens the fridge, blinking plainly and shutting it with a sigh. "It's not just meat that you don't have, it's food in general. Do you not get groceries or something?"