Dear Perfect Stranger | Jay ENHYPEN | The Dear Series

• 5 | 20 | 2020 •

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"You have a place in my heart no one could ever have"
• F. Scott Fitzgerald •
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• Siyeon POV •

"Noona!"

My brother's muffled voice barely came through the door as it followed a few knocks.

I softly groaned as reality began slowly seep through my senses, my brows narrowing as I turned, lifting my blanket up to cover my entire face.

"Shut uppp"

I whined under my breath as voice croaked, my eyelids still heavy and my throat terribly dry. I cleared my throat and let out a sigh, not moving an inch as my body felt comfortable in it's current position.

Demanding knocks broke the short-lived silence before Jihyeon's voice grew louder through the door.

"Noona wake up! It's already... 6:19! We're gonna miss the next bus!"

Light stomps were heard outside before my eyes squinted open.

"6:19?"

I questioned, reaching out for my phone as my hand poked out from my blanket, feeling around before grabbing it from beside my pillow.

I turned it on and I saw my screen.

6:20 am

I dropped it down and shut my eyes tight, a sudden irritated feeling poking at my nerves.

"Dammit.."

I sighed, complaining as the tips of my fingers wrapped over the edge of my blanket before ripping it off of my head.

"Noo-"

"I'm up! Stop knocking so loudly!"

"Then get ready faster!"

We argued.

My mother's yell boomed through the house as she complained because of our noise.

I rolled my eyes before barely managing to get myself down to the carpet, my knees feeling weak as I placed my hand down on the floor before taking a seat.

My body suddenly felt stingingly burnt as I sat in silence, motionless while spacing out as my vision came unfocused and my hearing muffled.

'What if.. I skip school'

I laughed at my thoughts before my smile slowly faded.

"Should I..?"

My eyes shifted at my uniform by the desk, staring at it as I considered it, shortly sitting up  and getting down to get ready.

I quickly got into the uniform and took my coat, looking in the mirror before my face lightly scrunched in dissatisfaction.

My fingers ran through my hair and sweeped the roots forward as it landed on my shoulders, my hair looking worse than ever.

"Why does my head look so fucking flat?"

Rolling my eyes, I slouched and gave up, glancing behind me through the mirror before giving myself a light nod and turning around back to my desk.