Stray Kids Oneshots • SKZ

★ scars - angst

HEAVY TW!! Warning: sh, scars, depression and feelings of worthlessness, veryyy angsty, strangers to lovers, poetry included (i'm a literature freak ik😁)

⚠️- I do not encourage self-harm at all, but I simply used this topic for the plot. Please don't be afraid to seek for help (you can even just talk to me!!) if you're dealing with sh or anything else like that.

Word count: 3084

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the classroom was too bright for your liking, the light from the gloomy sky outside somehow lighting up the place.

you held your pen in your hand and stared at the blank page of your notebook. not a single thing written besides the date, page and exercise number.

math was not your strong suit, to say the least. not that it mattered though, you couldn't care less about stupid numbers. you were a naturally slightly above average student in all other subjects, but you gave up on your math grades a while ago.

still, the numbers in your textbook made no sense to you — incomprehensible. you could only pray not to get called on.

"miss [name]! would you rather share the answer to exercise 13, or keep staring at your paper?" your professor's obnoxiously loud voice snapped you out of your trance, your restless eyes staring up to the weirdly short teacher.

you pursed your lips together, looking back down at your paper in hopes for the answer to just magically appear, but your pounding headache made it even more difficult to focus.

"seven radical five x all cubed"

you made the effort to take a quick glance to the person beside you who just whispered you the answer.

kim seungmin — the school's, and your class', top student. he was the ace. perfect grades in every subject. but despite that, he still wasn't much the chatty type. that's why you didn't expect him to give the answer, especially to you of all the other people in this classroom.

"[name]? the answer?" your teacher repeats, slightly agitated this time. you're brought back to your senses, looking back to the question-faced professor.

"uhm... seven radical five x all...cubed?" you repeat what the boy said to you a few seconds prior, your voice quiet and evidently restless, supported by the very visible dark circles under your eyes.

"that's correct, well done!" he nods, writing down the answer on the smart-board for all the other students to copy.

and just like that, the bell fucking finally rings after what feels like an eternity, and you begin to pack up your items.

"you're welcome, by the way" seungmin suddenly speaks up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. you barely look up before retorting your gaze to your open backpack, shoving your empty copybook back inside.

"you shouldn't have done it." you barely utter, practically dragging your backpack with you out of the now empty classroom.

"give you the answer? why not, and just let him yell at you again?" seungmin chuckles slightly, recalling the four other times this week that your professor called out your name for you to answer, but was met with nothing other than a shrug from you.