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Yeonjun sits on the floor beside his bed, staring at the ceiling. The rain is tapping rhythmically on the window. Earlier, his mom told him that he's starting a new school on Monday. He pulled his sleeves over his hands to stop himself from biting his nails. Once again, his thoughts were spiraling, from the new school to the new people, wondering if the teachers would be nice or not, or if he'd get bullied. He hoped he wouldn't get bullied like he did in middle school. He looked out the window, seeing the clouds move slowly through the dark sky. Yeonjun has been quite alone most of his life. He has his mom and a few friends, but they're not that close. He doesn't mind it, he loves being alone. It's calming in a way. Yeonjun slowly stood up and walked to his desk where his diary was. He got a pen and sat down. At first, he couldn't think of anything to write because of the anxiety about school, but after a while, it all broke, and he wrote down everything he was feeling. Everything he'd been holding in for the past few months was out on the sheets of paper. Tears mixed with ink, and the pen trembled in his dainty hand. Yeonjun brought his sleeve-covered hand to his face to wipe his tears. He doesn't remember the last time he cried. He hates himself for feeling this way. He felt nothing more than pathetic. The time passed quickly after that his eyes were slowly closing but he forced them open and stood up with a grunt "i gotta wash up" he Mumbled under his breath, he took a quick, warm shower before brushing his teeth and getting into his bed. The rain didn't stop, it got heavier, but in a calming way. It hit the ground rhythmically. The wind softly brushed against the window
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It came fast. It was now Monday. Yeonjun woke up feeling sick to his stomach. He was scared of what was going to happen, but he got up and walked to the bathroom, changing into black pants and a white shirt. He said goodbye to his mom and walked out the door with a shaky breath.
The walk to school was about 10 minutes, so he didn't mind. He looked around the street, seeing a corner shop, and walked in, scanning the aisles of food and drinks. Yeonjun picked up a cheese and ham sandwich before paying, thanking the owner quietly with a small bow.
By the time he arrived at school, he felt a bit weak but tried to ignore it, holding onto things as he walked through the school gates. The school looked well kept but messy at the sake time. He pulled his sleeves over his hands, trying not to bite his nails once again, a habit he'd developed over the years. "I'll be okay, it's just n-new people, don't worry," Yeonjun mumbled to himself.
As Yeonjun walked through the busy halls, he made his way to class where the teacher called him in to introduce himself. Yeonjun's stomach twisted as every eye turned towards him, "I'm Yeonjun." Everyone gave him a warm smile to welcome him. Yeonjun looked over the students and saw one particular boy with a soft, wide smile, gesturing with his sleeve-covered hand for Yeonjun to come sit next to him. He made his way over to sit with the boy. As he sat down, he whispered, "Hi," but then looked up and froze, immediately regretting making eye contact. Soft brown hair framed the boy’s face, sunlight warming his cheeks and catching in his wide eyes. “Y-you’re really cute,” Yeonjun blurted before he could stop himself. He mentally slapped himself for saying that out loud. The brown-haired boy blushed, "Thank you! You're cuter though." Yeonjun looked away, trying to hide his flushed cheeks. He bit his lip and accidentally cut it. By instinct, he licked his bloody lip...he weirdly liked the taste. Normally He would hate the metallic taste. He felt a wave of concern run through his body but pushed it away. The brown-haired boy introduced himself as Choi Beomgyu.
Lunch arrived soon after, and Beomgyu offered to sit with Yeonjun. Of course, Yeonjun, being Yeonjun, said yes, as he hates saying no. They sat down and started eating. Beomgyu tried to start small conversations, but Yeonjun gave short answers, having not talked to anyone other than his mom for a few years.
Just then, a boy called Taehyun came over. "Hey, Beom!" Beomgyu's eyes lit up, and he got up and ran to Taehyun, hugging him. "Taehyun! Hi!" They came back over to Yeonjun, who was still eating, sitting down at the table before Beomgyu spoke. "Yeonjun, this is Taehyun, my best friend!" Taehyun gave a sweet smile to Yeonjun, and Yeonjun looked up and waved.
School ended quicker than Yeonjun expected. As he was about to walk out the gate, Beomgyu pulled him into a hug. Yeonjun tensed but slowly relaxed and wrapped his arms around Beomgyu hesitantly. "I have to go now..." he mumbled, not wanting to let go. Beomgyu smiled, "Okay... bye-bye, I'll see you tomorrow?" Yeonjun nodded before walking away, trying not to look back. The walk home was short, but he walked slow, trying to make it last longer. As Yeonjun walked closer and saw the door to his house, he had a small smile on his face, but he suddenly felt really faint and grabbed onto the fence, his vision going black. "Oh my..." Yeonjun mumbled, trying to stay awake. His hand held the cold fence tightly. 'What the fuck?' Yeonjun's vision slowly came back as he rushed inside to sit down, wondering what the fuck just happened.
He made his way to his bedroom, still in the clothes he wore to school, and got under the blanket, staring at the ceiling blankly. His phone buzzed on bis sidetable an unknown number he checked the message
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Unknown number
Hiiii yeonjun jts beomgyu
Yeonjun finds himself smiling without realizing and changes the name to beomgyu.
Hi beomgyu...how did you get my number??
Beomgyu🤍
I asked the teacher and they said i can have it only cuz you new!!
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Shortly after, he fell asleep.
"Yeonjunnn~~ Are you awake? Wake up, you're safe," a breathy voice said. "Yeonjun~ Don't be scared, I won't do anything to you." Yeonjun heard the random voice say. He suddenly felt a cold, slender hand on his neck. His whole body tensed and let out a scared whine he felt the hand move down his neck...
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