¬Moments¬ [NamJin]

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//just editing, fixing and making this a tad less bad don't mind me okay//

Jin's  Point  Of  View.

I rested my head lightly on my palm and overheard the girls in front talking about their weekend plans even though it's only Tuesday. The day was quite lousy, but not yet miserable. I guess you could describe it as boring.

"SeokJin! Eyes stay at the front please." My eyes snapped to the board as I heard my name being called. I didn't ever really enjoy our English class, my mind would drift off every time I took a step in this classroom. 

Even though the girls were still talking loud and clear, I got scolded alone.

A sigh left my lips as my eyes yet again drifted to the window, seeing a magpie land on a tree just outside of the school gate. My ears picked up a change of conversation in the girls so I listened in as they attempted to whisper.

"He's transferring tomorrow." 

"I've heard he's called Namjoon.." 

"Yeah! And I've seen him, my brother used to be friends with him. He's attractive!" My eyes rolled slightly as the rest of the conversation contained just minutes of fangirling.

How fun, another person. Everyone gets transferred here, and I was always supportive of the new students until I realised that none of them cared. Why would they when they can get the higher ups to be their friends? That's the problem with good looking people, they gain immediate popularity because of their appearance. Most of them are assholes but nobody cares, pretty face blind mind, right? I guess so. Every single time I say to myself, 'this time will be okay, they'll be different' and they never are. I've given up on caring about making friends.

I used to be a nice person with a huge social life, I wonder what happened. Nothing good, that can be said. 

The bell rang and everyone raced out. 

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Third Person

Jin walked out of school after everyone else had left, putting all thoughts to the back of his mind. He entered his house, which was conveniently located beside the school. He unlocked the door, eyes soaring over his miserable living area. His mother sat lazily on a sofa with a cigarette hanging on her lips, she was clearly not even awake so Jin clicked his tongue and took the cigarette out of her grip, and put it out on the almost full ashtray placed on the coffee table. The woman stirred in her sleep, hitting Jin's arm. 

The teen boy went into his room and fell on his bed. That was it. That was his life. Occasionally, Jin's father would be home from work but that wasn't something anyone looked forward to.

When he was young, Jin would entertain himself by counting the cans of special brew in the living room and he'd add it onto the number of cans in the kitchen. You could say that it actually gave him a head start on math, but now he's given up on even that form of entertainment. He's stopped since he's got to dividing the cans. 

Now he lied with his eyes on the ceiling. There were still marks on there with pink crayon from when Jin would get bored and use it as a canvas. No doubt he got beat when his mother found out, but it was fun at the time.

"Pretty boy!" Jin heard the woman call, and came out of his room to see why he's been asked for. 'Pretty boy' was Jin's nickname in the house, he didn't really appreciate it but it wasn't like he had a say in it. They were just making fun of him for his liking of the colour pink, they didn't really know he was gay though.

"Go to the shop, I need more coffee."

"Yeah." Jin got some money from the small pot near the door and left, silently thanking her for some time outside. You never realise how bad something smells until you escape from it, the release of second hand smoke and the alcohol was relieving to Jin. 

This had always been a messed up house.

Jin knew that, but the pain just numbed itself from all the visits it made. Gradually, he got used to being part of the weird, disgusting family with the house nobody wanted to go in.

It was all old news now.