Possessed [Ongoing!]

Ni (二/2)

The clock struck 8. Seokjin stretched his arms and let out a yawn. He had been studying for the last four hours and it was time for his school. He pulled the curtains, letting the sunlight and fresh morning breeze enter his humble abode.

It was a bright, sunny morning with a cool breeze blowing. Keeping his books aside, he pulled out a black and white plaid t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans and laid them on his bed. Gathering his towel, he ducked into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he stepped out with, towel drying his hair.

Changing into his clothes, as he was combing his hair in the mirror, he felt a strange prickling sensation on the nape of his neck. He experienced it whenever someone was watching him from behind. As he spun around, to his dismay, there was no one. With a shrug, he returned to combing his hair. All of a sudden he noticed the red marks left behind on his neck and chest. Recalling the events of the previous night left a deep shade of pink on the mound of his cheeks. He dabbed a generous amount of concealer on the 'affected' areas and quickly typed a text, asking Taehyung whether he would come over for dinner or not. Seokjin was always concerned about his health as the boy could hardly cook and despised the fact that his love was filling his stomach with absolute rubbish.

As he opened the cabinets of his kitchen, he found his stock on the verge of extinguishing. The single-door refrigerator was almost empty with half a carton of milk and two bottles of cold water. His pantry was only filled with cutlery and empty packets of cereals. The only ingredients he had were two eggs, a tomato, an onion, a cube of cheese and a little bit of oregano. His heart sunk seeing his kitchen completely vacant, devoid of food. How could he be so forgetful not to buy his viands? With the leftover ingredients, he cooked himself a decent omelet and drank a glass of warm milk, making a mental note of buying groceries for the next month while returning.

Having finished his breakfast, he slung his bag over his shoulders and left for his classes after double-checking the lock.

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It was the same, monotonous routine in a loop for Seokjin- coursing through lectures, practical, with an occasional round in various wards and returning home. Same humdrum affair. He tried to blink away the sleep as his eyes were droopy due to an inadequate amount of rest.

He tried his best to stay awake. The class would be over within five minutes and being a good student, he wouldn't want his reputation to fly out of the window because of adhering tiredness. He didn't even count the number of time he yawned. The classroom atmosphere wasn't doing him anything good. With a class full of 120 students with only a single functioning air-conditioner, the oxygen level in the class was getting depleted, causing him to feel drowsier. (A/N: This is a fact that when oxygen level goes down, it makes you feel sleepy.)

'Just five more Jin. Please try to survive these Three. Fucking. Hundred. Second, aka hell of your life.' He mentally motivated himself and poured all his concentration into the class, sitting with eyes almost bulging out. Any spectator could take him for a patient suffering from Grave's disease. Every second seemed like an eternity to him.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

*Ring ring ring*

The bell chimed and all the students rushed out of the classroom for their practical class. Chattering sounds filled the hallway. The students were all progressing towards the lockers to get their lab coats and instruments. On opening, his locker spewed out a stash of letters cased inside colorful envelopes. He sighed. This was not the first time he found letters inside his locker. It has been continuing ever since the first year of college. Oh just add handling the college wooers in his everyday regime. Of course, he was aware of their contents. He dumped the assemblage of all those confession letters into a nearby bin, without even opening a single one.