urge // jeongchan | ✓

fifteen

jeongin was so confused. he had been stopped in the hallway by a random girl who said that the principal needed him. of course, he was a good student, so he obeyed. jisung was there, aware of everything happening. he told jeongin that he would tell the teacher that he was pulled to talk to the principal, ignoring the nagging feeling at the back of his head.

when jeongin was alone, though, he was brought to the girls' bathroom.

"why are we here?" he asked sheepishly, curious as to why she was bringing him here when they needed to meet the principal.

the girl went in and jeongin stood respectfully outside. he wasn't a girl, he wasn't allowed to go in. jeongin witnessed the girl who had dragged him there roll her eyes and pull him into the bathroom by his arm.

"is the principal here or-" jeongin started, immediately getting cut off by one of the girl's skinny fingers on his lips. her nails are really nice, he thought.

sadly, jeongin was a little unaware of what was going on. he heard the bell ring that signalled that class was going to start, and looked around nervously.

"i'm gonna be late" he mumbled quietly, immediately getting glared at. it was just him and the girl alone in the bathroom for what felt like forever, until two other girls walked in. to be honest, jeongin didn't recognize any of them.

"listen, "'innie,"" girl one starts, pushing him onto the ground and pulling off his backpack. jeongin felt bad, ''innie' was chan's thing. were they mocking him? he couldn't tell.

"stay away from chan, okay? he isn't your 'hyungie.' chan is straight, he likes girls. ones who have boobs and wear skirts." jeongin would've laughed in a normal situation, at least he has one of those boxes checked off.

"anyway, just-" the girl paused and bit her lip, looking around. girl two was stationed by the entrance of the restroom, keeping guard.

"don't turn him into a fag like you, 'kay? we don't need another gross thing running around this school, you make it bad enough already. you can't seduce chan, and you know it, so stop trying." jeongin frowned, he didn't like chan that way. at least, he didn't think so. that's besides the point, though.

"i don't like hy-" jeongin paused, considering his words for a second, "him. i really don't." nice save, he thought. girl three let out a small 'hmph' in disbelieve, taking her dress-code-disobeying heel and stabbing his abdomen with it. jeongin winced in pain and held the spot with his hand.

"of course you do. that's how you work, isn't it? you're probably a little slut who sleeps around, aren't you? just admit it." jeongin shakes his head, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. he won't believe them, he knows he can't. jeongin knows they're wrong.

"no." he calmy states, squeezing his eyes shut really hard in an effort to blink the tears away. "i have to go now, bye." he slowly stood, legs wobbly with nerves. jeongin grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder, flinching in the sudden pain from his stomach.

when he left the bathroom he saw jisung walking down the hallway.

"jeongin, you okay? i got worried-" jisung stops when he sees jeongin's lips trembling, the boy obviously fighting back tears.

"i'm fine, s-sungie.." jeongin curses himself for stuttering, there goes his facade. both of the boys know that they can't have one of those cliche consoling things in the hallway, so the two walk back go class. jisung states that he will stay outside the room for a bit so it doesn't seem suspicious, jeongin only nodding in response.

he walked into the classroom, still kind of shaky. his stomach was still hurting with this dull pain that he has never felt before.

when the bell rang, dismissing class, jeongin slowly walked out of the room. jisung frowned at the younger.

"did you hurt yourself?' the older asked, giving jeongin a concerned look.

"yeah, i just fe-" jeongin started, but something was wrong. he felt dizzy, and he couldn't see right. it was hazy and spinny for a second as he tried to keep his balance.

then it was just black.