Black and Blue | Markmin

𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

Jaemin bit back tears and tried to keep walking without keeling over from pain, students passing him as he walked down the school hallway. He grit his teeth every time someone bumped into him, not realizing of course, how much pain they were putting him in. His hand ghosted over his gut, not even wanting to touch the tender area.

It had happened close to 17:00 o'clock last night. The pain.

Jaemin had been sitting at his kitchen counter doing his school work while munching on the last of his apple slices when an almost blinding pain hit his stomach. He had fallen to the ground, clutching his stomach in agony as he gasped for air. It had to have been the worst pain that he had felt in the recent year.

He wasn't sure how long he had lain there but eventually he had weakly gotten to his feet and lifted up his shirt, shock causing tears to rise in his eyes again as a tangled mess of black, blue, purple, and yellow mixed together to form the ugliest bruise that he had ever seen. Jaemin even panicked for a moment, thinking that something had broken.

But after years of experience, he knew after a couple of minutes had passed of careful wrapping and icing that it wasn't.

The bandages shifted against Jaemin's abdomen and he fought back tears again as he continued down the hallway, heading to his first class. Gym. His eyes widened as the thought came to mind, a small gasp leaving his mouth as he realized that the bandages would be visable as he changed.

He felt anxiety settled over his entire body and he moved to the side, nervously watching students chatter away as they headed to their classes. He had gym with Jeno, there was no way that the older boy wouldn't notice the giant bandages decorating his body. How would he even explain that?

Normally he didn't have a giant fucking bruise on his torso and even if he did have injuries it wasn't something he couldn't cover with makeup or a tiny bandage. No one asked questions about tiny bandages. Hell, he couldn't just come out and say that he had a soulmate, that would cause panic and, especially in a gym locker room, people could overhear.

His eyes shifted to the door standing down at the end of the hall. Maybe he could just skip this one time. He pushed himself off the wall, walking towards the door to the rooftop and looked around to make sure no one saw before he pulled the heavy door open and slipped inside.

He had never been to the roof before so the dark stairwell scared him and he stumbled up the concrete steps, pushing open the second heavy door with his stomach blooming in pain. He let out a cry as he stumbled onto the rooftop, clutching his stomach in a feeble attempt to stop the painful stinging. He fell to his knees, gasping as the pain resonated in his abdomen, tears forming in his eyes.

What did he do to deserve this? And why the hell couldn't his soulmate be a nice, careful guy?

"What the fuck?"

Jaemin's head snapped to the side, eyes widening as he saw two kids sitting on the edge of the rooftop. He shakily got to his feet, stumbling as he stood up. His cheeks were burning red as the two students looked at him, one with annoyance and the other with slight worry.

"S-sorry," he called over, lifting his hand up and wincing in pain at the movement, "I-I didn't know anyone was up here." He felt like crying. Maybe if he left now though he would just take the tardy mark on his attendence and be able to change in an empty gym room.