Seojun's rough hand made contact with Jisung's soft skin as he slapped Jisung's cheek. A loud sound erruoted the storage room and Jisung whimpered, biting his lips. He didn't want to let any kind of sound come out from his mouth. It was too humiliating. He raised his hand to throw a punch at Seojun but he was stopped. His wrist as held tightly by Seojun. "Don't even bother to fight back. You're just a weakling"

"Nobody want you" Seojun said, throwing Jisung's hand away. "You're lying...I have Chan" Jisung believed in Chan. Chan was his best friend, brother and the only person whoever understood him. It was a mistake to think he could befriend someone like Seojun. "You have who now? He left you! Only I stayed!"

"You! The rumour!" Jisung pulled Hus hand away, his back hitting the wall, some dust fell on his shoulder but he didn't care. "You spread those rumour! I never bullied that kid!"

"So what? You should thank me, Jisung! Look at those people who walk away! Its only me who ever accept you for you are even if you're such a worthless loser!" Jisung threw another useless punch to Seojun.

Jisung really had enough of this. Chan hadn't contact him and he had been bothered by Seojun everyday. The students saw how Seojun was treating Jisung but none of them cared- thinking he deserved it for causing someone to almost die.

At some point, Jisung started to lose hope. He just accepted everything he was given. All he ever wanted was love from people but what he got in return was hate...a lot of hate.

He looked at those students and chuckled. They reminded him of himself. Had Hyunjin felt the same way when he was just watching Hyunjin from far away. Did he ever hoped someone would stand up for him? Or didn't he? He didn't...did he? That was why he stood up for himself and fight but Jisung was not Hyunjin. He wasn't anywhere near Hyunjin.

"No" Jisung begged as his tears started rolling down. " please..."

"Please....!"

Jisung immediately shot up from his dream and breathed hastily. His eyes were filled with tears. He didn't know why...every time he sleeps he doesn't dream but when he does...he will have a nightmare about the same person. Again and again. Jisung had already grew tired of it. He wanted to snap from that dream and face his reality. He had countless nights without sleep and that explained why he had black mark under his eyes.

He started sobbing and crying again once he realized that it was all just a dream. He looked up and stared at the clock. He scoffed. He had already missed the first period. There was no need to go to school at this point.

He dragged himself up lazily and went into the bathroom to wash up. After he did so, he went out to the living room. He looked around and noticed the little bag on the table. His mother was nowhere. It would've seemed that his mother had already went to work.

He grabbed the plastic bag and opened it to see the contain. There was some familiar looking medicine like a painkiller and a gel? We already have his though...why did mom bought it? He thought as he picked up a note that came along with it.

'Mom saw this at the door this morning, it seem like it's for you'

Jisung rubbed his head as he took another note. 'I don't know what to buy but the person at the pharmacy told me to buy this...get well soon' Jisung sighed. So, even after he left, Hyunjin still came all the way here?

Jisung felt a bit touched but he still felt scared. He still felt scared about everything. "Ouch" he hissed in pain as soon as he moved his leg again. He looked down and saw that his ankle had started to be swollen. He stared at the medicine and sighed again. He took some ice from the fridge and placed it on his ankle to ease the pain.

Whether he liked it or not, he still needed to go to the hospital. Even if he went to a clinic, his mom will surely still know because she had many friends that work in the same field.

He went inside his room and grabbed his oversize hoodie he got from a thrift shop. He frequently go to a thrift shop because he didn't like wasting money for expensive clothes. They're totally unnecessary.

Pulling the hood over his head, he walked out from his house and looked around whether his neighbours were around or not. It's either they're stuck at home doing nothing or working.

Jisung slowly walked towards the big road and found a bus stop where he waited for a bus to arrive. He liked using bus better than taxi because usually taxi charge him more than bus. However, last night was an exception. He was in hurry to leave, so he got no choice but to board one.

"Young man? Young man" A grandmother suddenly patted his shoulder. He looked up and tilted his head. "The bus is here. Are you going on this one?" Jisung stood up from the seat and nodded. "Thank you" he said before the both of them boarded the bus. "Aren't you Jisung?" The grandmother asked as she sat beside him. He nodded whilst wondering how this old lady recognize her. "Don't you remember me? It's me, Chan's grandmother."

It took Jisung's a couple of minute to register what the old lady had told him...then it all clicked. No wonder this lady's face was familiar and not foreign looking! Like she said, she's Chan's grandmother.

"Are you still in contact with Chan?" She asked Jisung who stiffly smiled. "Yeah, I met him yesterday..." Jisung answered honestly.

"Is that so..I met him yesterday.he didn't look fine..I wonder if something happened to him." The Lady said worriedly. They started a conversation until they both arrived at their destination, not knowing that someone was worried sick at school when he knew Jisung was absent.

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I stayed up till 2 to read hyunsung au on Twitter. I need help. How do I last without sleep? Had been doing this for months 😃 -hunny