[l.m x l.jn]
[l.m x z.cl]
ೃ⁀➷ occasionally reality distorts itself.
it changes as days come and go.
sometimes quickly but sometimes
slowly. it gives way to fantasy, the
action of imagining...
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Mark had a headache.
No.
No, it was more than that.
Mark felt like his head was being grabbed by two hands whose fingers pried into the middle of his skull, pulling his head to split open down the middle.
His body felt strange, pins and needles spreading across his skin and thrumming down to his fingertips. His sight blurred, his passive gaze still looking between Jaemin who was cradling his jaw on the ground of the principal's office and the principal who was now reporting his and Jeno's illegal relationship.
Mark looked like he was fine, but on the inside he was screaming out for help. He could pull himself together just enough to try and bail Jeno out of this mess, but now the younger was gone — Jeno was gone.
The young teacher looked down at his hand which he pulled out from behind his back. He flexed his fingers, rolling them open and closed. He then lifted up his open palm, sucking in a breath before exhaling, as if he was blowing dust from his skin.
Just like that. Jeno was gone. Out of his life forever, and what was left was a nightmare or the most delightful life waiting for him in the hospital. With Chenle.
"Come on Mark, slip back," he whispered to himself, just barely processing that the principal was trying to get his attention, "Come on Mark, there's nothing here for you."
"MR LEE! If you would PLEASE pay attention!" The principal's voice cut through the tense office like a knife.
And that was it for Mark. The noise was so utterly loud and shocking that the teacher saw black swarm across his vision, his knees hitting the floor before the office came back into vision.
His head hurt. It hurt so bad. And Mark's eyes opened one last time, one last time to lock onto Jaemin's. The boy's face displayed his emotions like an open book, and Mark felt a thrum of sympathy resonate in his heart, even after all Jaemin had done.
Guilt. Pain. Nothingness. Love. Anger.
"I forgive you," Mark uttered out through gritted teeth, pain and the threatening unconsciousness slurring his words. He saw Jaemin's mouth open in response, his face desperate to say something, and Mark slumped to the ground.
And it was over faster than Mark had anticipated, his eyes blinking open and staring greedily at the tiled floor. It was a strange feeling, different from the other times he had found himself at the hospital. There was a tingling sensation that spread over his skin and he felt dizzy, detached even.
