B L O S S O M || HAN JISUNG X READER

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Blossom. An angelic florescence, delicate but durable. It withstands the rain and the relentless breeze, the kind who's frost knifes your skin. That it endures, but when seasons change, it begins to decline. It's pigment drains and turn's it's petals dim and chlorophyll ceases to course it's veins. So just as we do; it lives, it thrives, it ages, declines and when it is no longer seen, it's forgotten. Until spring restores and it's recalled.

Spring came in winter for me.
Early January when the cold hadn't yet died, but had passed it's prime and the snow had either melted or fallen. But the joy of seasons greetings, stockings and liquor drank neat and begged for by the youths ceased to be. And in it's place came wars with alarm clocks and school runs, shirts buttoned high and ties pulled lose. And him.

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Noise. Slurred words that sound drunk but stem from ignorance and distaste. Peers, here to learn but would rather mutter almost audible nuisance at the teachers. This is why I hate school. In all honesty I'm never entirely satisfied with the given company.
The teacher entered, and I waited, and right on cue, at 8:55...
"Alright class"-
She speaks, but this time her introduction was on behalf of someone else. Someone new.
"We have a transfer student. He will be with us for the rest of the year before he returns to Korea."
Korea?? The class broke out into simultaneous whisper that was only inaudible because each group discussion out spoke the other. I have no friends. I know how that sounds but people do try, I just have no desire to hear them. I'm alone by choice, if I have no one to start with, they can't run. Anyway that's why I usually would remains face down on my desk, I don't need my eyes to listen, but on this day in particular I had a feeling, a compulsion, so i looked. And I couldn't look away. My mouth crept ajar and my eyes grew wide, shadowed by my drooping brows. Him. It's really him.