Joy

1.

There's a lot of things Jisung knows he's capable of, things he knows that, without a doubt, he can accomplish with the outmost easiest of attempts and without breaking a sweat.

For example, Jisung knows that when he's learning a new choreography in his after-school dance club, he'll have memorized and accomplished the choreography in about a day or so no matter the difficulty or simplicity of it. Dancing is his forte and he thinks that if all his problems were dancing related, he would be a hell of a lot less stressed in his daily life.

Sadly, in his case, his current problems can't be solved by locking himself up in his room and practicing a choreography until his mom or older brother are banging on his door to tell him that dinner is ready–he's already tried it before.

It just, It just doesn't work when it comes to matters pertaining a certain someone.

The root cause of his current dilemma is a person that goes by the name of Mark and oh does Jisung regret befriending him various times in a day.

Mark, his next-door neighbor, is the blinding force that's behind multiple instances wherein Jisung questioned his capabilities and more importantly, his sanity (or what little left of it he had).

If Mark got a penny for every time he forced Jisung into a situation where the younger felt past overwhelmed, then Mark would be more than capable of appropriately bribing Jisung with cold, hard cash instead of outings ("they're not dates, hyung") to the coffee shop where Hyuck works as a barista at.

"Are you even listening to me? Hey!" A low hiss interrupts Jisung's abrupt introspective look into his current situation, causing him to jolt in his spot and reflexively nod his head, feigning his attention on whatever Mark had been telling him while the younger had been lost in his thoughts.

His eyes flitter from the slithers of sunlight sneaking past the closed blinds in his bedroom to the person that had called for his attention.

There's an annoyingly familiar look in Mark's eyes as he stares deeply at the younger boy, so deep and knowing that it unnerves Jisung enough to look away from him and seek solace in the comfort of his room (to avoid looking at Mark, his mind supplies).

Jisung realizes he's been staring uselessly into space for the entirety of the two minutes that had passed since Mark had burst into his room unannounced, not one to bother with formalities and demanding that Jisung join him and the rest of them (the rest of them being Jisung and Mark's group of friends) at the community center and that Jisung bring his pet rabbits with him.

For the younger boy, it hadn't been so much as complex to take in Mark's demands as it had been confusing, especially when he had required that the boy bring his pet rabbits–out of all things.

Jisung's first order of business is to question why his rabbits are needed, and he doesn't mean to come off as hostile when he asks Mark but his rabbits are of importance to him and it's his business to know and decide what Mark needs them for.

Hence, Jisung's reason to feel like Mark is yet again, up to something unnecessary and that will only make Jisung question himself and reality.

" Sungie, I told you not to worry right? Oreo and marshmallow aren't going to get hurt, if that's what's bothering you" Mark says, unbothered by the amount of reluctance in Jisung's body language as he walks over to the corner in Jisung's room where his rabbits are currently hopping around within their exercise pen.

Jisung doesn't believe in cages, especially not for rabbits. He usually lets them roam around his bunny-safe room but since he was cleaning it until a few moments ago, he had put them in the exercise pen.