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"I'm so fucking tired"
Jisung exclaimed as he entered his dorm and flopped onto the couch. He threw his backpack to the floor.
"Can you fucking shut up? I don't give a flying fuck your tired." Jisung's boyfriend eyed him with annoyance. Jisung nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the words.
"I'm sorry... I-I didn't know you were back so early" Jisung stuttered out. He got on his knees ashamed. "I didn't mean to disturb you..."
Jisung hung his head in shame. His boyfriend smiled satisfactorily. "Just be quiet and head to the room. I have a headache and don't wanna deal with you right now"
Jisung obediently went to the room taking his backpack with him.
Once in his room he started crying silently as to not anger his boyfriend anymore than he was. He grabbed to his favorite plushie- one that his boyfriend had said is childish and stupid- and started sobbing into it.
"I hate this life..." He said quietly. He crawled into his bed pulling the covers over him as he held his plushie. He closed his eyes and began imagining himself some place else. He imagined a beach with the waves nipping at his feet. Soon enough he fell asleep with a tear streaked face.
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There was a knock at his door. It was his boyfriend. He kept on knocking the door until Jisung opened it. "Jeez I thought you died in there" He said, leaning against the door frame and smirking at him.
"Well I didn't alright?" Jisung said, clearly agitated from getting woken up. "Hey giving out attitude is no way to treat your boyfriend, especially in the morning"
"You're right. Sorry"
"Good boy" His boyfriend pinned him against the wall. "Please stop I don't wanna do this this early in the morning.. Please stop."
"You know you like it"
"No I DON'T!" Jisung yelled as he slapped him in the face and ran out the room. He closed and locked his boyfriend in his room.
"I'm sorry I have to do this but you don't respect me. Like ever."
He said as his boyfriend raged behind the door, cursing at him and banging on the door. Jisung sat on the floor his face in his hands. He felt like the worst person to ever exist then. He sobbed quietly.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jisung looked up, not wanting to answer it. The knock came again. This time Jisung stood up and answered it. There was a man at his door. He was handsome. He had smooth skin and beautiful and shiny black hair. There was a mole on his nose. In Jisung's eye's he was the literal definition of perfect.
"Is everything alright? There was a lot of noise coming from here and thought I might check up on you." The man said. Jisung shook his head to break out of his trance. "Huh? Oh uh..." Jisung glanced back to his bedroom where his boyfriend was still raging on about how Jisung was a terrible person and that he would never find a lover like him. "Y-Yea it's nothing" Jisung said looking down. The man raised an eyebrow before pushing past Jisung to enter the dorm. He stared at the door before asking, "Is this your boyfriend?" Jisung nodded. "Jeez he yells alot. What is he? Bipolar?" The strange man asked. "If I'm being honest with you I don't really know"
Suddenly the man pounded the door.
"HEY SHUT UP PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!!"
His boyfriend shut up for a second before he continued his yelling. This time directed at the man. The man opened the door and punched him in the face.
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Later on that day Jisung was at the strange man's dorm. He had already found out that his name was Lee Minho. Jisung's boyfriend (or shall I say, ex boyfriend) had been taken away by security and was getting his scholarship and dorm taken away. Minho had offered Jisung to stay at his dorm since he figured that Jisung may not have wanted to be left alone after such a traumatic few years.
Jisung was thankful for Minho but still felt awful for burdening Minho. He sat in the his bedroom because Minho insisted. He said that he had to go because he had classes and had offered Jisung to walk him to his. Jisung wanted to clear his mind from the events of the day so he had refused.
Soon enough Jisung finally found the courage to explore the dorm. He came across a desk with a notebook labeled "Diary". He was curious of what things he would find in there but decided against it, wanting to protect his savior's privacy.
As he wandered through the dorm he came across two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. He got the backpack he carried with him and brought out first aid supplies. He lifted his sleeve to reveal a wound that was deep but not that deep. His ex boyfriend had stabbed him a few days ago for not listening to him. Jisung removed the old bandage with a wince.He cleaner the wound and applied the new and clean bandage. He was used to this so he did it without a problem or hesitation.
Around noon Minho returned to the dorm. He carried some takeout with him. "Hey umm I wasn't sure what you liked so I got you one of my favorites. It's really good." Jisung took the bag from him. "Thanks" He opened the box to smell his favorite takeout. "Oh wow.... This is actually one of my favorites too."
Minho watched as Jisung devoured the food then suddenly stopped midway. Jisung looked up with his doe eyes, scared. "What happened? Why'd you stop eating?" Minho asked him as he liked his hand to comfort him. His heart broke when Jisung flinched. "It's ok I'm not gonna hurt you like that asshole did and you can eat without fear here." That's all it took for Jisung to start eating like a starved dog again.