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Smoke streams from Martin’s slightly opened mouth, a stream of smoke coming out of his mouth. A ring comes from his phone, Martin looks at who’s calling it his mom. I sigh and rolls his eyes. “What do you want?" His throat is raspy from smoking. Martin needs to stop. It’s not good for him and he knows Doctors already warned him but he just can’t stop. Martin always tells himself that it’s going to be the last time yet, it's never the last time. Then he snaps back from his high and remembers he is still on the phone with his mom. ‘ Martin Edwards. Stop smoking the doctors already told you. You could die.” Martin flexes his jaw. “I know, what else do you want? Or is that all you wanted to say?” he says agitated. His mother starts speaking but Martin begins to get annoyed so he closes the call hastily and shoves the phone in his pocket.
Martin begins walking to school for his first class, Then on the way he feels his throat burn. He begins to chough, small at first but getting worse by the second. Martin shuts his eyes in the pain, he begins to hallucinate while coughing. Martin’s cough begins to stop and he unshuts his eyes and looks around, still dizzy and numb, his heart racing fast. He swallows and tastes the faint taste of strong copper he looks down at his hands confused. Then he sees his hands covered in warm bright red. His eyes widen in shock and he begins to cough again, this time he doesn't shut his eyes and sees the blood squirting and streaming from his mouth. After some time it stops, Martin wipes it off. He glances on the clock on his phone and hurriedly and dizzily wobbles to class.
He arrives in the first period, takes his seat in the back, and stays there resting his head down still feeling increasingly dizzy and numb by the second. He slowly dozes off without realizing it…
“MARTN EDWARDS!” Martin quickly raises his head, his vision now blurry and swirling and in a haze. ‘Huh?” he says through extremely raspy and quiet from his damaged throat and lungs. His vision finally clears to see the whole class staring and murmuring and a blurry pale skinny figure at the front of the room next to his teacher. Martin looks up and squints, finally able to see the now not blurry figure, revealing to be a skinny, lean, pale, pretty young boy his age with the prettiest face Martin has ever seen. Martin raises an eyebrow in confusion,”Who’s he?” he thinks to himself still numb.
The teacher who is apparently who yelled at him waking him up continued on,” Alright great no that Everyone is paying attention..’ she quickly glaring at Martin,” We will be welcoming our new student, Kim Juhoon. Make sure to welcome him.. Now moving on to the lesson..”
Martin zones out on Juhoon and suddenly snaps out his haze, realizing Juhoon is slowly approaching him. ‘Why the hell is he moving closer?” Martin says, his dizzy and disoriented head unable to make sense of the situation.
His brain is already fried with nicotine short-circuits when he realizes Juhoon is his seatmate.
Juhoon places his stuff down and sits next to him, Martin can smell the sweet notes of coconut, almond, and vanilla sweet warm perfume as he takes his seat. “ He smells nice..’ Martin thinks to himself. The fragrance snapping a few of his senses momentarily back.
The rest of class he dozes off, then he wakes up to the tap of his shoulder. He stirs then starts to rise up waking up slowly, his vision blurry once again then it settles on the thin, pale and pretty frame of Kim Juhoon who is still softly tapping his large tall frame.
“What?’ Martin says raspy and quite unable to to say more because of how damaged his throat has become. Then Martin suddenly regrets talking because he starts to have his throat burn and he begins coughing aggressively for a long time. His vision blurs again and when it stops he looks down to his hands to see them covered in blood and the taste of copper in his mouth as he swallows.
He looks up and then suddenly looks up remembering Juhoon still there, He sees Juhoon standing there frozen in shock and worry. His fair and mildly radiant face now pale and a ghostly grey. Martin wipes off the blood off his mouth, looks around and has never been happier that the class is empty. No student and no teachers either, just him and a shocked, worried juhoon. He stumbles up and out his seat and with a shaky, weak hand, he grabs his stuff and dizzily stumbles out of there. “ Where are you going?” juhoon suddenly calls out as Martin is halfway through the door. “Home?” Martin replies confused on why Juhoon was asking such a question.
” Home? You just coughed up blood! I’m taking you to the hospital!” Juhoon says frantically.
“Wha-” but before Martin could even finish his sentence he finds himself already getting grabbed and dragged along by juhoon.