⌗ chasing hearts | meanie

five

he leaves the cubicle, cleaning the drops of blood on the pure white floor. he washes up the blade, promising hansol that he wont leave any stain. he also wipes his scratched arm, sustaining how achy it is. he fixes his ruffled chestnut brown hair, falling to his forehead.

mingyu exits the lavatory, passing by wonwoo as well who entered with a faint smile on his face, and sharp eyes through his clear glasses, beamed with a spot of light. he didnt bear him a glance, passing by instead with a blanked face. wonwoo on the on the other hand, glanced at him, noticing a scratch on his left arm, while him tucking it with his hoodie.

he passes by him, straight out the lavatory. he holds something tightly on his pocket, as he was left alone inside the restroom. he picks it out and reads it until he is a loss of words. he spotted small writings on the back of the paper. he flips it round, seeing the words: 전 운 우.

he was shocked to see his name written on the poem dropped by mingyu yesterday. in fact, he was dismayed to see his name, addressed. because the poem that mingyu wrote, was actually directing to him.

w-what the-. shoot. i-i. "what have i done?" he mumbles under his breath.

mingyu enters their classroom, sits promptly on his chair, and returns the scissors he had borrowed. he heads down, hugging both os his arms to his chest. he wasnt crying this time, nevertheless, he was withstanding the throbbing on his skin. regretting that he had hurt himself like that, will make his situation even worse.

after a few hours of class, lunch time arrived. not knowing that the day was already ending, with him nothing to change with his life again. his stomach was grumbling, he was hungry for not eating lunches for these past 3 weeks. he was bothered and still did not dare to eat, he was used to this anyway. but his stomach was aching bad. dont tell me i have appendicitis. ugh. he had no choice than to take out his packed lunch, prepared by his mother. he removed the lid and wafts the aroma spices of the fried chicken his mother always made.

his stomachache was gone in a snap after he took a sniff of the appetizing scent of his lunch. maybe he was just hungry. he was fishing for his utensils when seungkwan and hansol passed by the corridors, smiling and giving mingyu a small wave. he waves back, knowing that he was starting to make friends again. does this mean they were friends with him already? something pops to his mind that made him keep his lunchbox, and rather snatched his wallet. he sprinted outside, leaving their empty classroom.

he looks around to find a certain person and saw a couple with familiar backs. he gazes at them with a knowing smirk. "h-hey guys! wait up!" he shouts to the two people walking from a distance as they turn their backs to see a running mingyu towards them.

"o-oh yeah? whats up mingyu?" hansol asks as he and seungkwan stops walking to look who was calling for them. "i- er, uh. i know this is such insane of me to think this, but...can i- er. j-join you guys for lunch? i-its just for today dont worry. ill-" seungkwan cuts in, "nonsense! of course you can come with us! as long as you want. but, there's some more losers who also hangs out with us if you want to know. and their pretty- ow" he circles his fingers to his head, receiving a punch from hansol.

"what he means is that we have other companions that come with us too, if you dont mind" he explains clearly. "o-of course. its fine" he says.

"well, come on then! we have a long way to go anyways" seungkwan chuckles as they started heading through the noisy corridors.

they were kind and funny, mingyu didnt expect them to easily accept him, from the fact that their entire classroom sees him like a monster. this might be a great start. he thoughts as he watches the two of them bickering. he just laughs through all of this, trying to forget his problems. because he just needs something he can forget with, after that, he'll leave them. when he and wonwoo finally reunite again.

his smile fainted from the thought that he was just using them, but they really seemed nice people. they dont deserve to be hurt. but he thoughts, nah. they might be gleeful outside, but he'll never know that they mightve also done the same to other people, like what wonwoo had done to him. but his life was full of maybes, he wanted an answer now.

he raises his head, and forgets about it. after all, he was doing this to forget, but also in a way that he needed to use someone. but what choice does he still have, right?

they arrive at the second floor of the opposing side of their classroom. that part of the school he barely goes. the halls were less decked with students. and students were still in their classrooms, waiting to be dismissed by their subject teachers. he was trembling because he had rarely stroll at this part of the school. except if he was with wonwoo, he was the only one who had courage to roam around these hallways if he were with him.

he didnt know if they were just tricking him into some sort of trap. but no, he trusted hansol. and in fact, they arrived at the front of a classroom door, with the placard written in bold on top, '6-D'. he was shaking, but also smiling. he didnt know who he was going with, what he was doing. i can do this. i trust them. the two large doors opens up fully, revealing 3 people bickering. seungkwan and hansol walks up to them. leaving mingyu standing near the ledge of the window.

he takes a deep breath and walks up to join the group. i can do this.