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THIS IS JUST A FILLER CHAPTER !! BUT ANGST AS FUCK
"your apology doesn't matter. doesn't mean anything."
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youngjae glided through the hallways, literally.
some asshole had decided that putting a trail of oil all the way to the swimming pool would be a good idea. of course, youngjae saw the slippery liquid on the floor, and stepped around it, but two students grabbed his arms and dragged him onto the oil, and pushed him.
youngjae was able to balance the first few seconds only to fall on his ass and glide straight into a wall. he was sitting, so it was at least easy to avoid getting hurt.
but even if he stopped there, another pair of students dragged him all the way through the hallways.
as youngjae heard flip-doors open, youngjae squirmed a little and not in the mood to get his legs slammed between doors.
but they did, anyways. youngjae was easily dragged because of the oil plan, even if it didn't seem to go right. and as they opened the doors, they didn't hold it long enough for youngjae to fully pass through, and let go of it. of course, causing youngjae extreme pain as the doors slammed his thighs, and as they (still) dragged him through the doors, the sharp edges scraped his legs, ripping parts of his sweatpants and skin.
still quiet, youngjae was then thrown into the deep side of the pool. the suddenness made youngjae gasp, and water entered his lungs. he instantly closed his mouth, and held his breath to prevent more water coming in.
youngjae still had untreated-slow healing deep cuts and a few glass pieces sticking to him. and when chlorine-ed water enters those cuts, it isn't the best feeling. also, the pressure just had to push those pieces of glass deeper into his flesh.
youngjae opened his eyes ever so slightly as he felt the stings, and looked at the ceiling lights through the water.
the pool was a diver's pool, so it was really, really, deep. it took time for youngjae to sink down to reach the pool floor.
but once he reached the floor, he didn't use the floor to boost himself up. he let himself stay, unmoving.
he closed his eyes, let his mouth open, but youngjae unconsciously closed his air way.
suddenly, youngjae's memories flashed in front of his eyes.
but none of those memories encouraged him to continue living. they all showed how everyone wanted him to die.
he remembered when people forcefully shoved his face into toilet bowls just because he stood in their way.
he remembered when his mom frowned at him as he was drowning in a pool and looked back at the man beside her, smiling.
he remembered being shoved into the pool by his best friend after clearly telling him he couldn't swim. he remembered that friend's face as he looked at youngjae's drowning one.
being slapped because he plucked a flower to give it to his mom.
being threatened to be scolded in front of the public.
