thirst » kim donghan

xii. thirst

donghan heaved out a sigh, resting his cheek on the sweat of his palm, waiting for the teacher to finish her lecture about triangles. rolling his eyes off the board, he started scribbling down drawings of anything but the shapes presented to him in front.

he felt a small vibration from his pocket only to know that he had received a text from a familiar contact. his eyebrows met at the center of his forehead, as his brain finally processed the familiar name flashed on the screen of his mobile.

han hyerim:
donghan, please help me
10:46

donghan:
who is this? why are you using hyerim's phone?
10:46

donghan:
it's not funny to make jokes of the dead....
10:46
han hyerim:
what do you mean dead??
10:47

han hyerim:
who told you i was dead??? can't you see i'm texting you right now? i'm not dead what the heck.....
10:47
donghan:
stop fucking with m|
donghan had his eyes wide as plates when his phone was suddenly out of his grasp. he looked up to see his math teacher staring at your conversation with the girl. she hums, pushing her cat-eye shaped glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"donghan, i know it's hard but try to move on, she's dead."

the air became eerie thick as murmurs erupted from the whole class. donghan sighs lowly, his teacher handing the phone back to him.