Hurt

17 2 3
                                    


▶︎၊၊|||||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

i was in the schools nurse office, learning for my upcoming mid-term exams. i read the analysis in my head, trying to remember it. i heard a subtle knock on the door, "yeah? come in.."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

i saw Jisung come in, his hands trembling and scratches all over them and his face, his forehead was leaking some blood. "gosh Jisung, what did you do this time? come here. where are your glasses?" i held my arm out and sat him on the soft chair.

"it's nothing.. i just wanted to get a plast-" "no way, i'm treating you asap, besides what if you came home like this?" i grabbed a cotton pad and put some rubbing alcohol on it, gently cleaning his face first

"honestly? they couldn't care less. i mean they would, but they'll just shrug it off by saying 'you're always like this'..." i sighed and brushed his bangs away, putting a big plaster on his forehead

"look, tell me what happened oka-" "i'm not telling you" i clenched the cotton pad and threw it to the bin "did you do it just to get dismissed?" i tried to reach for his hands to clean them, the sleeves were dirty and bloody. but he flinched his hands away "its not that, i can't tell you..not now" i looked up at him "let me at least treat all the wounds okay?" i saw his eye fill up with tears "i'll do that myself", silence.

                𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"Jisung, why can't I do it?" he tried to pull his sleeves lower, trying to escape my eye contact. "I don't want you to know"

A\N: yoo guys this is my first ff ever... i think
anyways, feel free to comment your thoughts and maybe ideas
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ ♡

MiserableWhere stories live. Discover now