𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 4 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼

It's a Tuesday morning, which could only mean one thing. School. Not at Jisung, already struggling to find the right clothes. It just so happened to be like this. Jisung awoke upon seeing the cyphered red numbers on his alarm. "7 o'clock.." Jisung muttered. His eyes widened. "7 o'clock?!" He yelled as he got up in a whip. He ran towards his closet, throwing all his clothes out in panic, feeling the adrenaline kick into his veins, rushing up and down. "Shit, I only have 30 minutes left. That includes by then I should already sit in class!" Jisung looked around in a haste, trying to find the shoes he had thrown somewhere in a corner yesterday. "I am so screwed," he said as he tried to put on his shoes before skipping through the hallway and down the stairs. "Good morning, son," his mother greeted from the kitchen, cutting up some ingredients. Jisung snatched his jacket from the rack and got his bag from the couch. "Bye, love you, mom!" he waved her off before slamming the door behind him, earning a thud to echo through the house. His mother shook her head, turning back to the cutting board. "Oh, Jisung.." she couldn't help but laugh at her son's clumsiness.

Jisung knew he already missed the bus, so that meant he had to sprint his way to school. He looked at his watch. 7:25 am. Jisung sighed, shaking his thoughts away with a shake of his head, and increased his speed. By the time he entered the school grounds, his heart almost dropped a second time, like in the morning when waking up as the iron gates got pushed close, making a screeching noise. It's like he saw his life ending before his own eyes. "No, no, no, no, no!" he panicked. 

The gate almost hit him as he slipped through the narrow space, barely maneuvring around it. The janitor gave him a perplexed look. "Are you crazy?!" Jisung looked at him, jutting his lower lip, and muttered a quick apology. He dragged his body through the empty hallways, feeling the cool air brush against him before coming to a halt. His chest rose and fell at a sped-up pace as he found support by leaning on his knees, crouched in front of the door of his class. Jisung brushed over his clothes, tugging at the color of his clothes before laying his hand on the cold handle.

The door opened with a low, but disturbing creak with Jisung appearing in the doorway, hands folded together. Jisung could almost trace all the eyes turning to him, causing him to lower his head. His heartbeat began increasing, and all of a sudden it felt very cramped, standing here as he let out a silent breath. If there was one thing Jisung hated most it is being in the spotlight. The center of attention. The eyes of his classmates looked him up and down. Some of the girls even began whispering to each other, denying his existence. It all was too much for him to handle at once as he dug his nails into his palm. He would've sworn he felt tightening so that he couldn't breathe anymore, beads of sweat beginning to form. Make it stop. 

The whispers were interrupted as the teacher cleared her throat. "So, Jisung." She turned towards him. "Mind explaining why you're late and interrupting your classmates?" Jisung put his hand on the back of his neck. "I overslept," he mumbled, averting his gaze from her. Some of the students let out an inaudible laugh. She sent the students a glare before letting out a big sigh. "Please, get to your seat, Jisung" she gestured, not even meeting his eyes anymore as she returned to her position in front of the desk. 

Jisung sat down next to his seat parter which, fortunately, is also his best friend, Seungmin. Seungmin let out a small snort. "You overslept again?" Jisung hit his arm. "Don't laugh!" He whined. "I almost fell from the fucking stairs and you didn't even come to wake me up or anything.¨ Felix, who was one seat behind them, also cracked up a smile. "I can't believe my friend's stupidity," he chuckled, shaking his head, and closing his notebook. This was far more interesting. Jisung sent a glare to the both of them. "Wonderful best friends you are," Jisung muttered, sarcasm almost leaking from his tone, and stared out the window. Seungmin rolled his eyes. "Don't be so sensitive. It's not that deep." Jisung then turned and smacked his arm again. "Hey!" Seungmin yelled as inaudible as possible, raising his hand in a fake threat.