han jisung had never been confident, whether it was to do with his personality, his looks, etc.
lee minho thought, no. he KNEW jisung was perfect, and wanted to remind the boy of that every chance he could.
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lowercase intended.
it has been a few days since minho snuck into minho's dorm to visit him, and jisung was feeling quite a lot better than last week. he felt like he actually had motivation to get himself out of bed, make himself something to eat, go out for walks, etc. (obviously at night since he didn't want to be caught by stay and more rumours spread again)
talking about rumours, jisung hasn't had any backlash from his parents since a few days ago. this scared him in a way, since he knows what they're capable of, but it also makes him feel better knowing they probably gave up and decided to just leave him alone.
jisung was currently in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he heard a ping on his phone and the screen lit-up. he was met with his lock screen that always brought a smile to his face. it was him, his chan hyung and his changbin hyung. they were all standing in the middle of the screen, chan and changbin's arms around jisung as they had their eyes glued to him.
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it was a photo from a couple years ago, yet jisung hasn't changed it since he put it on.
so fascinated by the photo of him and his hyung's, he suddenly remembered the notification and lifted his phone, the screen lighting up again.
his body tenses and he pauses his brushing movements for his teeth, biting down on the toothbrush head. his hands trembled and he quickly put his phone down and spat out the toothpaste, washing his mouth out a few times with water to feel fully clean.
he grabbed his phone and left the bathroom, ignoring changbin as he shoves past him, holding in tears as the male calls for him. jisung shuts himself in his room and locks the door, crouching down onto the floor as he tries to make himself as small as possible. he felt tears fall down his face and he holds his breath, trying to hold in his cries. he doesn't need his hyung's hearing him and being worried for him. that's burdening.
why can't she just leave me alone?
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jisung doesn't know how long it has been, but he does know he fell asleep. he wakes up with a pounding headache and gets up from the floor, picking up his phone as he drags himself over to his bed. his eyes felt droopy and puffy, and they stung whenever he rubbed or touched them. deciding he needed to relieve some stress and get out of the dorm for the first time today, he sat himself at his desk to inspect how he looked. he didn't want any staff to look at him funny or worry over him, nor did he want his members to. oh, especially chan.
he sighed as he stared at his reflection, poking and prodding at each feature he found not so appealing, which was every part of him.his nose wasn't sharp enough, his eyes were too round and made him look childish, he didn't like how hia eyebrows were shaped, his lips were dry and cracked and his cheeks were too chubby. he looked like a little kid and jisung hated it.
he picked up a concealer stick and placed some around his eyes and on his nose to try and reduce the redness, blending it out with his fingers. it wasn't perfect, but it was surely better than how he looked before. he picked up a hairbrush and brushed out his hair, making it look less of a birds' nest that it already was. he styled it a little, grabbing some hairspray to hold his bangs in place before deciding to leave it as he was just going to walk around the company.
should i put on a little blush?.. jisungthought. it was no doubt to stay, his members and the stylists that he was a sucker for makeup, hence the reason he has these products. he gets gifted them by many people quite a lot. and buys them himself, of course.
jisung finally gave in and placed a little bit of blush on his cheeks and a little bit on his nose. it definitely boosted his confidence even if it was just a little bit. he thought he looked pretty with blush on.
he then stood up, deciding not to change since there was no point. he was in a pair of beige cargo's and a loose, white t-shirt.
he unlocked his door and quietly peaked out before leaving, hurrying downstairs and to the door. he saw a note resting on the wall above his shoes and he picked it up, reading that chan and changbin had gone grocery shopping for dinner tonight. jisung signed in relief knowing he would be able to leave without being questioned, and hurried to put his black and white converse on.
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jisung had been walking around the building complex for quite some time now. it wasn't unusual to spot the boy around a lot, as he was one for wondering and exploring. many staff, idols and trainee's smiled at him and gave him small greetings, to which jisung happily responded with one of his infamous bright, gummy smiles and a greeting back.
he would peak into practice rooms to see what people were up to, nearly getting caught in a groups' lives at least once or twice. he wasn't really allowed to do that, but he was bored and needed to cheer himself up, so jisung's didn't care.
he heard loud music blasting from one of the dance practice rooms up ahead and decided to check it out. it was a very fast and up-beat song, so jisung assumed whoever was dancing to it was pretty talented.
he made it to the door where he heard the music blasting from and slowly opened it, it not being locked, much to his luck. he peaked his head inside, seeing the back of a man dancing. he was in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants, followed by a pair of white airforces. jisung looked into the mirror to see the face of this person, and his whole body tensed. his face burned red and his clammy hands squeezed the door handle so hard his hand was about to slip off.
