Fallen → yjh + hjs

01

"Hold... Hold on to me. Cause I'm a little unsteady. A little unsteady..."

-Unsteady, X Ambassadors

-Joshua's POV-

"Joshua. Joshua. Joshua. JOSHUA!!"

Woozi's voice yanks me out of my thoughts abruptly, "Sorry! What were you saying?!"

My friend pouts, "You space out too much. Stop daydreaming all the time!" He glances at the clock in the back of the classroom, reading 3:07, before continuing, "See this!" He holds up a newspaper, "Federal officers claim that something, or someone, fell from the sky and created this."

Woozi points to the picture. Its blurry but you can clearly see the ring of impact where earth folded in on itself, creating a sort of ripple effect. A faint outline of a person is slightly visible in the middle of the circle. I can't make out any distinguishing features.

"And?" I reply.

"It could be something extraterrestrial! What if its an alien that's come to eat us! The person suffered major injuries but was still alive when they transported him to the hospital. If what the officials say is true, then whatever it is, should not have survived the impact from that high up in the air."

I don't see any point in this conversation, "Why exactly are you telling me this?"

"I'm telling you Joshua! This day might mark a change in history! Whatever it was crashed nearby too!"

I ignore this preposterous comment and instead watch the minute hand on the clock move, waiting for the bell to sound, signaling our release from the dreaded building of which we call school.

"Jihoon. Wanna hang at my house today? My parents will be gone for the rest of the week and I don't have anything planned."

Woozi shakes his head sadly, "I have a lot homework to do. I may have accidentally deleted my whole PowerPoint for social studies class."

I face-palm, "You need to be more organized!!"

The school bell suddenly rings, scaring the complete shit out of me. I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the worst part of the week is over. I hate having to go home to an empty house but it's better than my father yelling all the time. Ever since he suffered brain trauma he's never been the same.... But that's to be expected...right?

"While I'm gonna leave while I can. See you later Woozi!" I turn to leave, "And get all your homework done!!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" he replies in a dismissive tone.

He's never been one to do what the teachers assign us to do. I always have to help him cheat on tests.

Sighing, I weave around students, carefully avoiding running into anyone as I rush out the doors and into pouring rain. Great. I didn't bring an umbrella. Or a jacket.

Quickly unlocking the chain keeping my bicycle tied to the bike rack, I climb on and start pedaling towards home. Not much of a home if you ask me. I don't live in the best area in town. We have a nice house, its just not the best neighborhood. Now that I'm a senior in high school, I never take the bus anymore. I don't drive my car to school very often either. I prefer biking since it's always a nice way to start off the morning.

I'm also not usually a big fan of rain. Especially when its cold rain, which is currently pouring down on top of me now. I pedal faster when my house comes into view and pull into my driveway. I go through the garage door, laying my bike down gently, before rushing inside. Let's just say that before my father got sick my parents couldn't stand to be disorganized. In a way, I grew up like that as well. The whole house is painted different shades of light blue, the occasional green plant here and there. A white couch sits in the middle of the living room with dark brown pillows to accent it. A large TV is hanging on the wall, the remote for it on the table by our old fashioned wooden rocking chair.