Park Jinyoung is a 23 years old boy.
He lives alone in a quite big apartment: his parents live in the countryside and they are always busy working, so he has recently moved to the city centre.
On the weekends he works as a waiter in a small restaurant, where he knows two guys named Mark and Youngjae. He considers them his friends although they are not exactly very close.
A normal boy, everyone would say... But what nobody knows, but, most importantly what nobody sees, is that Jinyoung is dying. I'm not talking about a physical death: his soul is internally suffering.
He wakes up every morning, he does what he's used to doing. He puts on his mask, goes out, occasionally talks to someone, wanders through that world he feels like he doesn't belong to.
He feels empty, like nothing in his little world is right. The voice he's used to hearing is the one screaming in his thoughts, telling him to wake up from that senseless reality, from whom, unfortunately, there is no escape.
It looks like he's completely left alone, but... God, he's not. There's several monsters surrounding his mind. His own thoughts are causing him to suffocate from the reality he's struggling to live.
He feels overwhelmed.
He feels afflicted.
He feels like he isn't alive.
Hello everyone!! So... This is my first ff, so hum, it sure won't be amazing ahah. Spoiler alert: I am SO weird so neither I know what to expect from this story...
I guess we'll see ;)
The hearts at the beginning of the chapters' titles represent Jinyoung's heart and you'll see their colour change throughout the story, just like his behaviour and his "troubled" thoughts.
I truly hope you'll enjoy this :)
Love you 💕
P.S. English is not my first language, so I'll be glad if you tell me any mistake you notice, because there'll sure be some sentences that make no sense ahah ;)
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~Troubled Soul~ (Jinson//Jackjin)
Fanfic~ It takes patience to melt a frozen heart, It takes nothing to break it. ~ Park Jinyoung is alone. It's just him against the world. He's the cause of his own despair. But perhaps, He has just found the cure to heal his troubled soul.
