Jisung's eyes flew open
What?
Everything was warm and bright and...he was moving.
This felt like a dream?
Had he done this before?
A memory?
He was walking to the studio, a ginger haired boy by his side. They were laughing about something seemingly hilarious. The sky was bright and the day was warm. It felt nice.
A memory?
They walked into the studio.
Silence.
Where was everybody?
He turned to seemingly ask the ginger haired boy but he seemed just as clueless. They wandered to the practice room to see the boys huddling around something.
They busted into the room.
In the middle of them, was a book.
A black haired, cat eyed boy looked towards him with an odd look in his eye. He seemed to mouth something but suddenly he was running away. Why am I running away? What was happening.
Jisung shot up. Heavy breaths leaving his lips and sweat tricking down his forehead.
Was that him? Was that a memory? A dream?
Why was his gut filled with this ugly feeling? He wanted to puke.
Maybe someday he'd figure out what happened.
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mirrors • • Han Jisung • • Felix
Fanfiction- trigger warning- self harm- dark feelings -gay -Jisung deals with heavy depression and other mental illness, the hate and bullying from the members don't help, even though it seems like he's alone someone sheds light into his dark world, but is th...
