Simon's Game |nct 127|

Simon's Invitation: Haechan

*Haechan's POV*

"Boring....boring...and oh look! Still boring..."

I announced tiredly and kept scrolling through Instagram stories.

A thing I couldn't understand is why people felt the need to update everyone about their current existing status. Like we get it sweetie you have the time of your life, but why do I need to watch literally 5 stories to understand it? However still, here I am, lying in my bed and watching every single one of them. The truth is that I didn't have anything better to do and I couldn't fall asleep so... I was just going to wait until it was 7.00am.

I was unable to recall the last time I slept fully, without waking up during the night. My honey-brown eyes were beautifully adorned with black circles, which got worse and worse with every passing day. At least I was still considered handsome, I guess. I took a quick look at the time:

"6.45 am"

"Yes!"

I whispered loudly as my suffering was going to end in 15 minutes.

I got up from my bed and opened the closet, I grabbed my school uniform and enthusiastically wore it. I wasn't excited to go to school though, not at all, my mood was up only because I was going to leave my house. Sounds stupid but for me, when I'm in my house, in my room, in this building I feel like I'm suffocating, as if someone prevents me from breathing.

I went down the stairs and started preparing breakfast. I had to smile, I needed to smile in order to keep my inner pain trapped inside my body, where no one could see it. I heard my parents' alarm echoing in the house and I swallowed some air inside my system.

I heard steps climb down the stairs and I plastered the biggest smile I had on my face, the show starts in:

"Three...two...one"

"Good Morning!"

I said happily to my mother who was now in the kitchen.

"Did you sleep well mother?"

I asked teasingly and felt my jaw clenching, from the pressure I put on it.

My mother didn't answer, only a sigh escaped from her mouth. She instead passed by me and ignored me, as usual, like I was invisible.

I know that I should have gotten use to it by now, but every time it just hurt more. Was I really that troublesome?

"Mom~ I made breakfast!"

I exclaimed softly, like I was singing every word that left my mouth. But still nothing.

"Why am I even trying?"

I asked myself and put even more pressure on my body to prevent my tears from falling. As usual she didn't look at me, made some coffee and left.

As she left I felt my heart breaking, if that was even possible. It was already broken after all.

"Fuck this."

I headed to my room, grabbed my backpack and left the house. I didn't have the courage to face my father, nor the strength.

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By the time I closed the door behind me I breathed out. The oxygen that left my mouth relaxed my body a little. I felt somewhat relieved. I put on my headphones and started walking towards my school, another tiring day, another empty one. I forgot the last time I really smiled, the last time I felt full. I had friends, but it felt like a distraction. A distraction from my reality and a beautiful illusion I wanted to create to keep myself busy. The weather didn't help at all. The sun was hidden behind the gray clouds, only puddles made of rain water were to be seen around the town. It wasn't cold, but the atmosphere was rough, made of thick wet air. A small sad smile creeped on my face, only because of the fact that I was walking on the streets.