Impossible (Yooseven)

Chapter 1 ~ Impossible

The morning sun's rays filtered through the window blinds, decorating the sleeping blonde's face  in uneven streaks of light. His violet eyes eventually fluttered open, a hand tiredly coming up in front of them to block out the sun's bright greeting. He let out a great yawn, slowly starting to sit up as he wearily rubbed his eyes. Letting his arms fall back down lazily at his sides, the blonde cast his gaze upon the alarm clock sitting on his bedside table.

His face paled considerably, his eyes wide, a flicker of panic dancing within those violet irises of his.

11:43am

"Crap... I'm late!" He muttered, mentally slapping himself for oversleeping. He knew he shouldn't have stayed up until 5am playing LOLOL. Yoosung immediately jumped out of the comfy safe haven known as his bed, frantically preparing to get ready for whatever remaining college classes he could still attend. He made a mental note to brace himself for the inevitable lecture he'd receive from the professors, possibly even ones from his friends at the RFA.

After a few more minutes of rushing around, Yoosung thought he was finally ready. He turned to the mirror one final time, a small smile on his face. His attire was... Decent. The bags underneath his eyes were evident, he basically looked like death. His hair was messier than usual, his hair clips had been carelessly thrown in today. He stood for a few moments looking at his reflection, the tired smile he had worn earlier gradually slipping off his face.

He felt ashamed, disgusted by his reflection. He didn't how anyone could look at such an eyesore. No wonder he couldn't get a girlfriend, who would want someone lacking in both the intelligence and the looks department? The more he stared, the more insecure he felt. The more negative thoughts began to cloud his brain, the more he lost faith in himself. He had been like this for days, ever since he had seen MC and Seven acting so... Close. He had grown bitter, looking down upon himself and comparing his existence to trash. He knew he would never get a chance to finally tell his best friend that he wanted something more than best friends, a deeper more intimate connection.

He sighed, finally snapping out of his trance, his gaze still fixed to the ground. There was no use, it was obvious that Seven liked MC more, he would always only be a best friend, a sidekick. He trudged away from the mirror he had been standing in front of and over to the door dejectedly, his hand weakly wrapping around the doorknob. He paused there for a few moments too, wondering if it would really be worth it to even bother going at this time of day.

His head suddenly snapped back up, the realisation ramming into him faster than a feels train.

It was Saturday.

He let out an annoyed groan, face-palming as he stomped away from the door. How could he be so forgetful? Thoroughly irritated with himself he decided he needed some time to cool down.

After calming down the blonde made his way over to his computer, deciding to play LOLOL again since he had nothing better to do. Just as he was about to sit down at his chair, a soft 'Ping!' sound resounded from his phone. Picking the phone up he opened it and saw a notification for a new chatroom. He stared at it for a while, wondering if he should even show his face there. After a few more moments of reluctance he decided he'd at least participate in this one, just to let his friends know he wasn't dead. He hadn't been on all day the day before so he wasn't sure what reaction to expect.

Yoosung: Hi

MC: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD HE'S ALIVE-

707: YOOSUNGIEEEE WHERE WERE YOU ;;

ZEN: YOOSUNG THERE YOU ARE.

Jumin Han: See. What did I tell you all.

Jaehee Kang: It really was unnecessary to panic honestly.