pacemaker [p. jisung]

칠; 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣

ring ring ring

recess. a time where chaos starts. a time where we could all hear screams fro-

"RENJUN-AH SARANGHAE!"

"JENO, YOU'RE SO CUTE!"

"OMG MARK HIII"

"HAECHANIEE!"

you get the idea, right? everyday feels like a replay to jeonhae and her friends. they quickly made their way to the cafeteria and sat at their usual spot, waiting for the boys to come. 

DRM7 soon came to the cafeteria, greeted by either heart eyes or burning glares from other students. the boys still had smiles on their faces, but jisung's face was just void of any emotion. it's not that he doesn't feel any, it's just that he always felt a bit....empty.

"hey jihyo, hey daeyoung, hey jeonh- WOAH WHAT HAPPENED?" jaemin exclaimed, shocked at his friend's state.

 "jaemin, why did you- OMG JEONHAE WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO YOU?" mark's jaw was ajar and his eyes widened by a fraction as he froze at the sight.

"she bumped and fell" daeyoung said, not really caring who the question was for.

some boys raised an eyebrow, while the other furrowed them. "care to elaborate, jeonhae?"

"i was coming from the convienience store yesterday when i bumped into someone and fell, which caused me to scrape a part of my hand" she lifted her bandaged hand. 

their mouths fell into an 'o' shape, but jisung seemed to recognize the familiar scene. 

yesterday

it was the end of school that day when jisung quickly went home, speed walking along the way. he was way too anxious to do anything at the moment, not even bothering to say goodbye to any of his friends. he was worried for his aunt and brother after what happened the night before.

he received a phone call before he went to bed. being the carefree, careless person he is, the boy accepted the phone call, but soon regretted every moment as he heard the voice of someone very unexpected, a person he didn't want to reach ever again in his life. he wanted to forget everything, to start a new life.

many unpleasant memories came rushing back to his head that night, all because of him. never in his life did he want to hear from him again, but turns out the world was against his request. jisung was worried with what he's capable of doing, just thinking of it sends shivers down his spine.

he may not seem like a caring person, but he surely was one, specifically to his loved ones. after a tragic incident that happened in his childhood, the boy never really saw happiness in his life again. his cold attitude was purely just a facade, masking the vulnerability deep within him. 

jisung made it home  safely and sighed in relief after seeing that nothing was wrong in the apartment and his family was safe. 

"jisung, you're home early. did something happen? you're not usually home this early.." his aunt trailed off, a bit surprised that her nephew was home earlier than expected. 

his lips tugged a little, "ah, i'm just tired. i'm going to rest a little, then i'm going out with my friends tonight. we're going to the arcade together, so i might be a little late." 

it was usual for him, saying that he was going out with friends and coming late at night. coming home late was not a lie, but going out with friends? that's the lie. 

the truth? he was going out for a few matches of street fighting to earn money, making a few bets here and there, going around the city looking for opponents to fight. 

night soon took over the day, darkness wrapping the city like a blanket would to a sleeping child. stars were visible, twinkling in the night sky.

jisung was dressed in a dark grey hoodie and black ripped jeans, ready to go out and find people to fight. the boy bid his aunt and brother farewell, opened the door and exited the apartment.

it didn't take him long to find opponents, it was rather easy, actually. 1 match became 2, 2 matches became 3, and by the end, he managed to finish 5 rounds, earning at least $50 from his bets.

it was 7 p.m. and the boy was very much tired, walking his way back home. jisung mindlessly wandered back to his apartment, but before he could even reach home, a figure bumped into his shoulder. 

he closed his eyes in irritation as the figure called him to apologize. jisung thought carefully, whether to apologize or just walk away instead of wasting his time with the angered stranger. from the sounds of it, the person was a female and she sounded a bit...familiar.

he slightly turned around his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of who could've possibly bumped into him. jisung opened his mouth to speak,

"you're the one who should watch where the fuck you're heading"

the stranger scoffed as jisung caught a glimpse, revealing the figure's face. "no, it can't be her" he thought. "hmph, out of all the people i know, why does it have to be-"

his thoughts were quickly cut as chenle snapped his fingers in front of jisung's face. 

the others seem to be too distracted by their own conversations, but not chenle. he saw jisung being too deep in thought, curiosity and worry beginning to bubble in his body.

"jisung, are you good? you seem to be spacing out so much these days, are you okay?" chenle asked, concern lacing his voice.

jisung just slightly nodded, "i'm fine." chenle saw how the boy answered, so he just stayed quiet, asking no further questions.

as the clock ticked, the ten friends continued conversing with each other until the bell rang. "well, see you guys later. gotta head back to class now" mark stood up, cleaning his mess while the others did the same.

after finishing, the girls along with jisung, chenle, and haechan headed towards the gym as they have the same together while mark, renjun, jeno, and jaemin went their separate ways to their next class. 

[a/n: why am i more proud of the flashback instead of the entire chapter-

(ok like this habit seriously needs to stop :P) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR WAYV MAKNAE BOY YANGYANG 🥳💗]

~ 𝗺𝗷🧸✨
(new name who dis?)

published on 10/10/2020