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Jisung skz - s3lf h4rm

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In this story straykids aren't idols.
900 words.

⚠️s3lf h4rm

Jisung sat at his desk, staring blankly at the open textbook in front of him. The words blurred together, his head pounding from exhaustion. His fingers clenched his pen so tightly it was a wonder it hadn't snapped.

Another test. Another round of suffocating pressure.

He could feel the weight of expectations pressing down on him, suffocating him. Teachers praised him, classmates relied on him, and his parents demanded perfection. But no one saw how much he was drowning beneath it all.

He hadn't eaten properly in days. He barely slept. His mind never stopped racing, flipping between panic over exams and the overwhelming fear of failure. The only thing that made it stop—the only thing that gave him even a moment of relief—was the sharp sting against his skin.

The bell rang, signaling the start of lunch, but Jisung barely heard it. His body was tense, his chest tight, his hands trembling as he shoved his books into his bag. He needed out.

The classroom emptied around him, students laughing and chatting as they made their way to the cafeteria. But Jisung didn't follow. Instead, he turned down the hall, slipping into the nearest bathroom.

The pressure inside him was too much.

~~~

Jisung sat on the cold tile floor, his back pressed against the wall, his breath uneven. His hands trembled as he pulled up his sleeve, eyes blurring with unshed tears. He had promised himself he wouldn't do this again. He had told himself he was stronger than this.

But right now, he just needed the relief. Just a moment—just one second where his mind would stop screaming at him.

The bathroom door creaked open.

Jisung froze.

His head snapped up, panic surging through his veins as he scrambled to pull his sleeve down. His eyes darted to the mirror, where he saw someone standing in the doorway.

Chan...

Jisung's stomach dropped.

Chan's expression shifted from confusion to realization in a split second, his eyes landing on Jisung's trembling hands and the sleeve he had hastily pulled down. The silence between them was suffocating.

Jisung's heart pounded against his ribs. "I...I wasn't..." His voice broke, the panic in his chest tightening like a vice.

Chan stepped closer, his movements slow, careful. "Ji..." His voice was soft, filled with something unbearably gentle.

Jisung quickly shook his head, standing up too fast, his vision swimming. "I..I need to go," he muttered, reaching for his bag. "Forget you saw anything."

But Chan was faster. He stepped in front of the door, blocking the way out. "Jisung," he said quietly, "please don't lie to me."

Jisung's breath hitched. He was shaking, his entire body on the verge of breaking apart. "I.."

"Ji."

Jisung squeezed his eyes shut. His chest ached, his throat tight, and before he knew it, the dam inside him shattered.

"I can't do this anymore." His voice came out broken, barely above a whisper. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he stared at the floor. "I can't keep up. It's too much, and I don't know how to stop...I don't know how to make it better..."

His voice cracked. His legs felt weak, his breath coming out in short, choked gasps.

Chan was there in an instant.

Before Jisung could collapse, Chan caught him, holding him up as his breathing turned shallow and uneven. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Chan murmured, his voice steady despite the panic in his eyes. "Just breathe. I've got you."

But Jisung couldn't breathe. His chest felt too tight, his body trembling uncontrollably. His mind was spinning, spiraling into panic.

Chan didn't let go. He gently guided Jisung to sit down on the floor again, kneeling in front of him. "It's okay," he whispered. "You're safe. Just focus on my voice, okay?"

Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body shaking. "I don't know what to do," he admitted in a whisper.

Chan exhaled, his hands steady on Jisung's shoulders. "Then let me help."

Jisung swallowed thickly. He wanted to believe him, but he didn't know how.

"I don't know how else to cope," he whispered.

"Then we'll figure it out together," Chan murmured. "You don't have to do this alone."

Jisung let out a shaky breath, his grip tightening on Chan's sleeve like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

For the first time in a long time, he felt something other than the suffocating weight of expectations.

He felt... safe.

~~~

Jisung didn't go back to class after lunch.

Instead, he found himself sitting on the rooftop with Chan, a cup of warm tea in his hands. He hadn't spoken much since the bathroom, but Chan hadn't pressured him. He had simply sat beside him, offering quiet reassurance in the form of a steady presence.

" You should talk to a therapist," Chan said gently, breaking the silence. "No pressure, but... I think it might help."

Jisung stared into his cup. The idea of opening up to a stranger made his stomach twist, but... maybe Chan was right. Maybe he couldn't do this on his own.

"I'll think about it," he murmured.

Chan smiled, relief evident in his expression. "That's all I ask."

The silence stretched between them, but this time, it wasn't heavy. It wasn't suffocating.

For the first time in a long time, Jisung felt like maybe—just maybe—he didn't have to carry this weight alone.

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