plastic // junhao

four

somehow minghao had survived three years of constant bullying at his high school and somehow everyone had figured out he was gay so another layer of slurs were constantly thrown his way by almost everyone on campus. but he could handle them. he knew there was nothing wrong with liking the same sex so he stayed unfazed.

but the only fear he had about this year was that doyoon and his crew were going to grow more violent. each year the number of punches thrown at minghao grew and so did the amount of bandaids and rubbing alcohol he repeatedly had to buy. minghao grew scared of the school restrooms since he was specifically targeted there once and brutally beat up, left on the floor where a janitor found him and simply gave him a tissue before moping his blood from the tiles.

his skin got use to being dark shades of purple and blue but thankfully his mom's foundation helped cover that a little. and she was oblivious to the bottle of pigment slowly emptying even though she barely used it.

but thankfully minghao only had one year left and while others had high expectations of their senior year, minghao's were low. he didn't expect anyone to ask him to prom, he didn't expect to have a friend group to go to all the senior activities. the only thing he did expect was a diploma at the end and gaining the overwhelming  relief of never having to see his peers every again.

in the short term though, he had been trying to figure out what he was going to wear for the past two hours but his limited wardrobe of only dark clothes were not appealing anymore. he longed for some color but he didn't want to draw too much more attention.

he decided to check his closet once again, but tripped over a shoe left on the floor, making him fall inside knocking over a shelf in the process.

he couldn't bring himself to curse but out of frustration, knocked everything else off the other shelves. but realization took over and he knew he he had to clean up everything, which he dreaded but his ultimate skill was calming himself down easily. so he closed his eyes, breathed deeply and picked himself off the floor.

bending down to start picking up all his items, he didn't really notice a pile of clothes moving behind him. he remained unaware until an unknown voice was heard.

"ow that really hurt, you use to be so careful with me,"

a scream fell out of minghao's mouth, he turned around so fast he felt like he got whiplash but there was no one in the room with him.

then he saw the pile of clothes move a little again, carefully he walked over and took one shirt off the top, then a pair of jeans, then another shirt until yellowy hair was shown.

the person underneath then seemed to explode and all the clothes went flying, exposing a boy with the same facial features as the doll junhui but minghao could see the "doll's" chest rising with every breath he was now taking and every pore on his pale complexion. this junhui was real. so all minghao did was scream at the top of his lungs.

jun is gonna be hella funny in this fanfic I'm so excited omg