warning: blood, this is graphic
weird.
it's honestly just fucking weird.
he should have more words to describe it. his day, the way it went. the way everything around him effects his current mental state, the almost hilarity of how obsurd everything is. he really doesn't.
jeongguk's in the room again.
the one that suffocated him earlier. today went by faster than it should have, everything after a certain point a jumbled blur- everything after the green.
overall, he went to a class. everything was bland, everything made him feel like shit. a lady sat at the front, a different aura than dr.choi's but similar in the way everything they say is fake, automated. everyone else around him seemed automated too, listening intently and writing in notebooks. jeongguk didn't have a fucking notebook. he didn't even know what was going on.
no one helped him. not a single person. jimin showed him to one of the singular classrooms, gave him a sense of direction, but otherwise, he was left to fend for himself. he figures it's only fair though. everyone here seems to be fending for themselves.
the class itself was even weirder than getting there, or seeing more of the academy overall. which is hard to beat. it's copious amounts of endless hallways, the only difference in coloration being the slight ivory off-white of the classroom walls and the different shades of hair atop all the boys heads.
but the problem. is what the lady talked about. not even what she looked like, not even how she made jeongguk feel. at this point, jeongguk can easily push aside the way he feels and force himself to not drown in pity. he should feel bad for himself, he's allowed to, but that wouldn't be why.
it's more of what he thinks, the confusion and the things he hears that spark never ending uncertainty. the things people have said to him, they all pile into one because he really hears them, and they make more sense than they should.
and what she made him hear. it was almost unfair, for her to speak to him that way, even if indirectly. for everyone in the classroom to endure the torture with blank eyes and busy fingers, writing down her words as if they were a sermon from a preacher and not the hatred fueled rant of a crazed woman.
for him to watch with bleak unawareness, not sure what to say or do. he knew he couldn't say anything, but anything would've been better than listening to what she said. what she spoke.
she talked about human behavior. the patterns of it, the natural mindset everybody has. the impulse to be evil, to do evil onto others. corrupt your own soul and drag down the uncorrupted with it.
she told them this behavior is optional, but it is also who they are. that no matter how much they fight, cry or try to run from it, it will always catch up to them, swallow them whole. that it already has swallowed them whole, and that's why they're here.
the point. her point was, that jeon jeongguk is drowning. this academy is his saving grace, a life raft, here to pull him from the waters of his own brain and depraved thought process, save him from himself and the monster he is.
he threw up four more times.
he only saw taehyung one more time, when he ate again. they have dinner at what jimin said was eight o clock, but no windows, no way to be sure. it could be noon at the point jeongguk's reached now, but if jimin isn't misinformed or lying it should be around three am.
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