Jisung's pov~
As usual, I woke up with sweat breaking into my torso. casually in that morning cuz, I'm starting afresh school life with strangers
I just can't wrap my mind around the idea of enrolling in a distinct academy for a third time within the same year. It is a pretty common aspect of mine moving in and out of a school since I was a teen.
I will always end up getting bullied by the shittest punks
As a clue, I'm a thoroughly anti-sociable person. it would be a rare case of seeing me talking to people except for my mom.
Yes, my mother is a solitary mom. she panned out not remarrying anyone after her first husband's affair with his coworkers. I can't even assess that asshole to be my dad. He's the most dickhead person I have seen until now!!!!!!. I couldn't help but just puke when I faced him.
enough about my family, now a short description of my crackhead personality and my physical appearance.
I'm a fragile frame with puffy blonde hair. It's not my natural color though. I dyed a few months ago. cuz I really wanna explore my crappy hair. I'm low-key insecure about my body, I contemplated myself on the list of the skinny boys. I'm painted with a slight tan golden skin. I'm around 6 feet tall. so yeah I'm freaking tall. I have a big coffee brown iris with a little sparkle splashed into my round eye. I have a cute little upward-sided nose allied with the hue of my pink-shaded plumpy lips.
"Ji wake the hell up, boy. Do you really wanna create a terrible impression on your first day?"
my mom shouted her lungs out as I'm half awaked with swollen eyes.
I shortly jogged towards my bathroom for brushing my teeth as well as a shower
I feel fresh after the sweat rinsed off my frame.
I went down to the kitchen for my breakfast. My meal was already located on the dining table. I instantly went for the chair without any delay and was about to take my first bite until my mom interrupted me midway. She glared with her saddening eyes with a dry sentiment. It can be justified effortlessly that she was worried and felt pity for herself as she watches her only child getting bullied and gloomy over his teenage phase.
"Did you take that?" she questioned with a heavy frown displayed on her gazes.
"ye- ye-ss-s" I stuttered as her eye's glare went deeper into my eyes. I was scared and heartbroken to recognize her in this state. She aided her best as she could and I can only cherish that.
"don't forget your prescription Han Ji-Sung" she let out it aloud as she emphasized more into my surname. yes, that asshole name I put up with, I'm shameful for taking up his surname with the name my mother gave. Most of the time mom called me just 'Ji', cute right?
The verge she said about prescription is since I'm diagnosed with depression and worst of all is deep down severe anxiety disorder. FML. no, I'm kidding, don't!
but whatever, I missed taking them, and not a solo thought passed in my mind. I am usually very concerned about my mental health illnesses, it's my obligation to accept it as my responsibility instead of laying a burden on my single hard working mom.
I recklessly got dressed up for school and grabbed my backpack on the way to the entrance door of my home. My mom begged to drop me off the school but I resisted it cuz I'm not a fucking kids, adulthood be knocking on my door in few months. FUCK. I cursed under my breath.
Frozen in the middle of the entrance of this huge ass school, greeted me with a shiver right down my spine, anxiety crawling all over my carcass but I don't wanna make it obvious for my mom. Eventually, mom bid me goodbye for the rest of my afternoon.
I waved back and headed to the hallway and finally reached for a situated classroom.
Stares and gazes just creep the shit out of me. Pretty apparent for me to notice those eyes. I could only avoid it.
I entered the classroom and was doomed. I'm fucked. All the creeping eyes just laid on me. It was uneasy to look back at them. Regardless, I peek into a boy who was already gazing with his elegant eyes all over me.
I zoned out, most assumably, we were peering at each other as we were in a staring contest. I just got lost in his visuals. A stunning face that appears to be sculptured in heaven. The milky tone of skin tint which lived just flawlessly fulfilled with his gesture. His collar bone was revealed and was shaded with rosy shade. Not gonna lie, I was drooling over his beauty.
His facial details were on another tier, the tiny crooked tip of his nose put up with the red hue lip was precise. Also, eyelashes striking out of his stare were so fine which occurred pretty hard to unnoticed
The only flaw I could detect was his eye demonstrated a miserable sight. Heretofore I am the victim of depression and anxiety, I could notice that it was some kind of recession gloom in his pupils.
He broke our eye contact and started uttering words. I was so lost in his charm that it took me a few seconds to get his phrases into my head.
"You're new, aren't you? Haven't seen you here." He raised a question with a blunt tone.
Now I take my words back, he's a dick. He's most likely to be a bully cuz all this while I haven't observed the outfit. It was a pitch-black representing from head to toe and accessorized with silver flourishes which only made him ten times more attractive. GOSH, THIS BRAT!!!
But here's something, which is so intense and so severe, the connection between the 'brat' and me felt fortunate but at the same time it comes off as weird. As if I have known him for a very very long time.
But why is that so???
"Min- min- " I mumbled with the foggy image which occurred in my mind.
The end~
a/n: I'm too bored to compose an ending with a reasonable explanation. so plz interpret your own ideas of ending. ALSO, this is my first time writing on a platform.
