Shifting in his sleep, a restless adolescent was constantly being abused by the harsh light rays casted through the window adjacent to his bed. The beam falling on his face layered adequately with his soft features, the young man rubbing his eyes awake.
He sat up straight, groaning while throwing his head back due to the early morning exhaustion.He was oblivious to the fact his mouth was wide awake and his eyes were droopy. The Male slowly shut his mouth, his system running like a sloth. He yawned before standing up and made his way to the attached bathroom placed diagonal to where he was currently standing.
The adolescent undertook his daily routines, his effervescent character coming into action as he freshened up. He started preparing for school, packing his book back with his essentials along with some books, not that he cared about studying.
The young man soon went down and sat on the dining table, leisurely scrolling through his social media platforms. He noticed that his stepmother was coming towards him with a food platter from the corner of his eye. He mentally scoffed at the lady's attempt of acting as if she cared about him. The male turned his head away, not wanting to face the woman who married his dad because of her covetous nature.
"Good morning Jisung.." the female said in a tone that contrasted her gentle face, almost as if making fun of the younger.
He didn't reply but instead watched the lady as she made herself comfortable on the chair adjacent to him. He briskly ate his food and wiped his mouth with the tissue provided next to his cutlery.
He stood up and made his way to the couch where he previously placed his book bag. The Male grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, his shoulder declining due to the intense load.His stepmom saw that and smirked slightly, having hid a 5kg dumbbell in the last row of his bag,but she quickly regained composure and feigned innocence.
"Oh darling, are you hurt?" She inquired, her voice dripping with sarcasm which the latter tried to ignore as he marched out of the house. The lady took a sip of her homemade americano with a smug expression which swiftly faded into that of disgust, having added too much of the bitter brown powder.
Jisung walked through the empty alleys of Seoul, even though he is the upcoming heir of the Han's, he never acted like it. He knew his attitude was going to change rapidly once he got his position as the new CEO since his family was always strict about how each heir should behave.
While on his walk to school, he came across an alley with a revolting stench, clogging his nose and senses with an obnoxious scent. He quickly plugged his nose with his fingers, feeling nauseous as he passed by the group of teenagers taking multiple puffs of the cancer stick.
Once out of the nauseating tunnel, The male made a rush for it, the time being thirty minutes past seven. A while after sprinting, the adolescent exhaustedly halted, feeling his patella declining as he reclined forward, hands on his knees. He heaved in utter enervation.
Before you can say knife, the male felt a gentle pat on his upper back. He quickly jerked up,facing a young man of the same age. Time froze as the younger male bore his gaze onto the stranger, taking in the gentle features of the anonymous male. His big doe eyes, perfectly sculpted onto his wheaty smooth skin, ample cheeks which perfectly placed itself above his sharp jawline and lastly his flawless blush pink lips which adorned his face, casting a shadow on his picture perfect facial features.
"Are you fine sir?" The stranger voices out in genuine concern to the younger male. Jisung gulped down the lump in his throat due to being awestruck before quickly shaking his head vigorously.
"N-No M-Mister, I'm fine" He croaked out, embarrassment clouding him as he realized how much his voice stuttered while talking to the male. The younger didn't cut his gaze off the stranger, feeling conflicted with his inner mind.
"Do you perhaps need water?" The latter said in his perturbed state to which the male nodded violently, his mouth dried up to even answer coherently. The stranger chuckled lightly before taking in the others hand in his own, leading him to the nearest shop to buy some water.
As they were walking, they came across a herd of children walking in their school attire, making Jisung realize something....
"Fuck I'm late!"
ONE LAST TIME:Eleventh Hour
I hope you liked the first story.There will be more stories.
_K.Raesun*
Song recommendation:Work by ateez
