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“Hey.”
Jeongin registers the voice talking to him, but he still doesn’t wanna wake up.
“Hey, sleepyhead. Get up.”
Jeongin holds back a sigh and opens his eyes. He sees the cat-boy from earlier standing over him, with a soft look in his eyes. He also notices that he’s now under the covers. When did that happen?
“Come on. You hungry? Don’t you wanna eat?” Cat-boy asks him, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I’m okay.” Jeongin replies, pulling the cover up slightly. Cat-boy sighs. “You haven’t eaten in at least 12 hours, come on. You have to be hungry.” Jeongin twists the urge to roll his eyes and he sighs.
He was hungry. He was starving. He honestly just wants to eat and fall asleep forever right now. He still felt fuzzy. His energy was low. He couldn’t find the energy to refuse.
“Alright.”
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Jeongin fidgets with his hands under the table. “Hey.” He looks up, eyes blank. The boy who called him, Jisung’s eyebrows curl in worry. “You doing okay? I know this isn’t the most ideal thing in the world.” Jeongin looks down at the expensive looking tablecloth, nodding. He hears a sigh and a muffled, “He’s barely there, Lixie.”
He’s barely here? It kind of feels that way. He remembers the last time he went more than 3 days without his medication. Relapse. His nails dig into his palms. It feels like someone’s digging a nail used for hammering into his skin, or like he’s pressing hard on a irritated bruise. It hurts, but his face remains blank.
He thinks he can hear his name being called. Everything is underwater. He doesn’t register freckled-boy’s words until a hand lifts his chin up. “Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” He asks, voice surprisingly deep. Jeongin blinks a couple times. He feels like he’s gonna dissociate soon. “M’ gonna zone out.” He mumbles. “That’s okay.” Freckled-boy says.
”Maybe he’s in shock or something.” A voice says from the other side of the table. “I don’t know, he’s still responsive, just in a hazy sort of way.” Freckled-boy says, Jeongin hears the clank of chopsticks on a plate. “Binnie said-“ He’s cut off by a “Shh!” “We don’t know why he’s so out of it. Is he sick?” A worried voice asks.
When Jeongin comes to, someone is holding his hand. He looks up, freckled-boy. The others are around the table, too.
“Sorry.” He mumbles. Freckled-boy looks up, “No, sweetheart you have nothing to apologize for.” Jeongin tilts his head, he still feels fuzzy. Freckled-boy smiles at him. I don’t know their names. Jeongin thinks to himself. “Would you like to know them?” Hyunjin asks, resting his chin in his hand. “Oh.” He said that out loud. He nods his head.
Freckled-boy smiles at him. “I’m Felix.” Hyunjin speaks next, “You already know but, I’m Hyunjin.” “Jisung.” Jisung gives him a smile. Jeongin wants to smile back, but can’t find the energy. “Changbin.” Changbin says, looking up from his book. “Minho, it’s a pleasure.” Minho says with a wink. Jisung smacks him. “Chan isn’t here right now, but he’s the one with the really bright smile and the dimples.” Felix adds. Jeongin nods. The boys look at puppy-boy. Puppy-boy lowers his eyes in disbelief, before rolling them. “Seungmin.”