⌗ chasing hearts | meanie

four

he wakes up to the glistening sun and barking of dogs outside of their house. it would be strange that it was september and rain was supposed to be flooding through the streets, but the sun was shining majestically through people's windows.

he rises up from his sleep, turning to see his clock on 6:00 am, which was kinda late since he was worn out from yesterday, watching a whole season on netflix. he sees his eyes, puffy and red still, from sobbing. he rushes to the bathroom for a quick shower, he puts on his uniform, checks himself, ahh i really need something to cover my eyes....oh glasses. he gets a pair from his drawer, wears it, then goes down for breakfast.

indeed, another day has started for kim mingyu, but this was no ordinary day, the sun shone brightly on his face, through the windows as he heads for the kitchen, wafting the breakfast made by her mother. eggs? bacon?...no, chicken, as always. mmmmm, it smells good. its not chicken alright. he walks up to their dining, seeing her younger sister eating happily.

"morning sunshine!" he greets, "mingyu-oppa! mom made pancakes!" eunmi greets happily. "really? but she only makes eggs or chicken right?" he teases "well...im glad mommy made some. its good!" mingyu smiles widely "ok then, eat well" he leaves his sister eating joyfully as he approaches his mother at the kitchen.

"got some left for me mom?" he asks, "of course you lamppost, here have some" jangmi pinches his son's cheek, handing over a plate of freshly cooked pancakes. "did dad leave early this time?" "no, he was late, again. and youll be too if you dont eat up young man" her mother gives him a pair of spoon and fork to eat with. "im never late" he replies. "oh by the way, is wonwoo doing alright? its been long since he came for a visit" mingyu is left frozen hearing the name. wonwoo. "i- er, uh. y-yes. he's doing fine" he mutters turning around from his mother.

"ok then. well, since semester break is near, where are you two planning to go this time? beach? amusement park?" she asks calmly at mingyu who was walking away. "o-oh, i- er, think the jeons will be going on a f-family trip this time" he says in a cold sweat. "o-oh, that's great then. well greet wonwoo for me then" "y-yeah, sure" he walks towards the dining to eat with his sister.

he eats quickly, grabs his backpack, and heads for the door, bidding goodbye to his mother. sigh. another day in hell.

he arrives at school by 6:50 am in the morning, the usual time he comes. it was indeed a strange day, the atmosphere was strange, he was packed with happiness, (which never happened after him being depressed), and he even greeted his P.E. teacher. ok, i think i drank some hyper potion or something. he arrives at his room, staring at the placard on top of the door, written 2-R on it. well, maybe this day is just another tedious one. the atmosphere around him changes as he steps inside of their classroom.

he drops his bag beside his chair, seeing a test paper on top of his desk. another stupid test. paper. poem. poem! my poem where is it? he digs through the depths of his bag, searching for a small piece of paper, that meant alot to him. if someone finds it, im screwed. he continues to search through his file cases, nothing. bag pockets, nothing. he starts stressing out, even if that was just a stupid poem, and his initials on it. although, he wrote something at the back, the name of the person he was dedicating it to. and if someone sees it, he's probably gonna be the laughing stock of the school, and his reputation will be ruined. lets just hope no one sees it.

he heads to the back, to get his books for the day. hopefully he doesnt forget anything else. he searches for his book, and grabs a few textbooks, needing for his subjects. he turns to see an open pencil case atop on an armchair, with a yellow pair of scissors peeking through. the person's name was stitched on the front of the case. oh yeah, scissors. scissors...oh shoot, i forgot to bring one. argh, how can i be so forgetful these days. CHWE H. was the name stitched with black thread on the cloth of the case. h-hansol? "h-hey, uh. h-hansol?" he blurts out nervously. hansol runs towards mingyu, leaving seungkwan and his friends chattering in their places.

"yeah? what's up?" he grins "i- er, uh. is this yours?" he holds up the open case filled with pens and highlighters. "yes, why?" he asks. "i- er, c-can i use your scissors. nothing important" he utters softly "s-sure. well i better not see any stain of blood on it then" he said, handing over to mingyu. "i- er. what?"

"i know what your going through mingyu, and i dont understand why you need to do this" he sighs, patting mingyu on the shoulder. "o-oh. thanks hansol, but i j-just, need to. you know?" he takes the scissors shamelessly. for he knew that hurting yourself like this, cant do anything. but this was the only way he can express his anger and sorrow without incapacitating anyone, nor losing them.

"well, i cant do anything then. can i? sigh. dont penetrate your arm then. ok?" he said worryingly. "i wont. t-thanks anyway hansol" he walks away towards the door, for he was heading for the same place he always went to. well that was a great start. he leaves their room with a grin. it seems like he had started to change already.

"morning mingyu!" minghao greets joyfully, while entering their classroom. "o-oh morning hao!" he hides the shears in his pocket for him not to see. "whatcha' got there?" he peeks at his back to see what mingyu was holding. "n-nothing, just- er, my pocketbook" he says. "oh. i thought you were holding something. well, ill go then" "y-yeah. sure" he utters as he walks away from minghao, who almost caught him. "well i hope you really feel better soon mingyu" he says softly at him who was far away already, no one to hear it, as he holds his trimmers.

he enters the lavatory, and locks up in a cubicle. he takes out the pair of shears hansol had lended him awhile ago. he grips hard to it, as he places in atop on his arm. he slides it softly, then harder, as he holds the grudges of pain he was enduring, as the blood falls to the ground, drop by drop.