Wednesday || MarkHyuck

Two

Haechan walked in the place they called school. He would rather call it prison though. Everything about this hell-Like place was exactly how a prison was like. They were given a certain time to eat lunch, with disgusting garbage they called food. They were forced to do work, and deal with annoying, crabby teachers for 8 hours.

You were lucky if you had at least one friend in school. If you didn't, you were officially known as 'the loner' and no one wanted to befriend a loner. Fortunately for Haechan, he had two friends. Jaemin, and Jeno.

They didn't know half the shit he was going through though, but he blamed himself on that. Even with his two closest friends, he still wasn't that open with them. That's just how he is.

The loud bell rang throughout the halls, signalling the students it was time to get to class, before the crabby teachers got mad at you. You don't want an angry teacher on your back.

Haechan walked in the classroom full of annoying people, with his earbuds in. He didn't want a single person to bother him, and he found out that if he had earbuds in, no one came up to him.

He walked all the way to the back of the classroom, where he was furthest from the teacher. He didn't exactly like science class. There were a few reasons why.

One being, he didn't have his friends in this class. Second, he hated the teacher. He was an old, crabby teacher. He was strict on the 'no phone policy' if he saw a phone out, say goodbye to it, cause you ain't getting it till 3:30. Third reason why he hated this class was being of the students. He hated every single person there. He's known a lot of them since elementary, and they were all dickheads to him.

The final reason why he hated science was because he wasn't good in science. He wasn't good in any subjects for that matter. He didn't enjoy any subjects. Art was the only subject he liked, but he wasn't in that class for the second semester. Which sucked.

So he was failing all his classes, which makes him feel like a failure.

"You'll be taking notes this class, so get out your pencils, cause I'm not waiting for anyone." The teacher came in, explaining what was happening immediately. Everyone didn't like him, because he never gave them time.

Haechan let out a quiet sigh, as he listened. He may look like he's listening to every word, but he's actually just thinking about what he should eat after school.

The boy started to write on the paper at a quick pace, copying the important parts, even though he knew he was gonna end up shoving this at the bottom of his backpack.

Sometimes, he wonders if he should just drop out of high school. He was retaking all his junior courses, then he would have to retake all his senior courses. It would be easier to drop out, and just die.

He still sometimes blames Mark for stopping him. He had nothing to lose anyway. His dad died when he was 13, which hit him pretty hard. Then a few months after his death, his mom died, it was right after his birthday also. He had turned 14, then a few weeks later, he was told his mom was quite sick, and died.

He was then placed in foster care till he turned 16. That's when his grandparents took him in. So now here he is, living with his grandparents.

He knows he should loves them, but he hated them. They only took him in to make him clean the place. They always got mad at him for making one simple mistake.

He had started to get depressed around his 15th birthday. That's where he found out about this method called 'self harm'. He tired it, then he couldn't stop.

He lived a pretty shitty life. If only Mark hadn't shown up at that moment, he would've been at peace.

When the class ended, he quickly got up, and left the room without looking back. He had history class, which he always skipped.

Haechan made his way out of the school, going to the usual café he always went to. It was a small café, not many knew it existed.

He entered it, and immediately saw the owner at one of the tables drinking a coffee, with a laptop in front of him. He was friendly with the owner. He wouldn't label them as friends though.

"Can I get a free hot chocolate?" Haechan asked with a pout, as he sat across from
The owner. The guy looked up from the screen, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're skipping class. So no." The owner said. Then went back to typing onto the keyboard. Haechan let out a sigh, as he rested his chin on the palm of his hands.

"Please? I feel like shit today." Haechan said, frowning at he played with one of the bracelets on his wrists.

"Fine. Only because I like you." The owner said with a soft smile. He turned to where the cashier was.

"Sicheng, make a medium hot chocolate." The cashier nodded, as he went to make the hot beverage.

"Thanks Taeil." Haechan mumbled with a pout. He was glad that Taeil wasn't one of those rude owners.

"Make sure to bring some friends next time. I need to make money." Taeil said with a chuckle. Haechan nodded, smiling at the older, Promising him that he would bring his two friends.

"Why are you feeling like shit today?" Taeil asked, closing his laptop. He pushed it to the side, and gave his undivided attention to the boy.

"Just, stuff." Haechan said. There it was again. Him hiding his feelings from others. Him keeping his problems to himself.

"What stuff? Enlighten me." Taeil said, leaning forward, resting his arms on the table. He stared at the teenage, hoping he would at least open up a bit.

"It's nothing that important. It's probably just me being over dramatic." Haechan chuckled, giving his usual fake smile. It took some work to perfect such a convincing smile. He deserves an Oscar for fooling so much people with his fake happiness.

"Here's the hot chocolate." Sicheng said, placing the cup in front of the boy. Haechan smiled, as he smelled the delicious chocolate. He always liked hot chocolate. It's one of his favourite hot beverages.

"Thanks." Haechan quickly said. He then blew the drink, hoping it would cool it down.

"I wanted to ask you something." Taeil said softly. Haechan looked up, with a confused expression. He hated it when someone said stuff like that. Just straight up ask him. It made him anxious if you ask him like that.

"Ask me what?"

"I know we aren't in any sort of relationship, and that we aren't close. But I wanted to ask you why you always cover your arms. You always come in with a sweater, long sleeve shirt, or bracelets." Taeil said, with a worried expression. He's been kind of suspicious of this lately.

"I get cold." Haechan simply answered.

"Haechan, it's almost summer." Taeil said, eyeing him. That made Haechan nervous. He hated when people were suspicious of his apparel.

"Fine fine. I have this pretty ugly scar around my wrists. I got in an accident when I was 6, and it scarred pretty badly. I get quite insincere about it." Haechan said with a small frown. He always used this story if someone asked him stuff.

"If you don't mind, but could I see?" Taeil asked, suddenly curious to see how bad it looked.

"Uh, I'm actually uncomfortable with showing people." Haechan said with a nervous grin. Taeil only smiled, but nodded.

"It's fine." Taeil said.

The two then spent the next hour talking about stuff that came to mind.