It was the third month back at campus since summer had ended, jisung had no idea what day it was and he barley kept track of the month, everything seemed to blur together since he spent most of his time composing music or pulling all nighters to finish any last minute assessments. He trudged at a slow pace down the extended corridors, trying to accomplish something as little as lifting his feet had become a fight against the continual sense of tiredness that would fuzz around in his head, like a weight had just been dropped on top of him. Jisung knew it wasn't the greatest idea to stay up last night finishing his song whilst FaceTiming chan -his best friend who went to a university in China- chan and him talked about trivial subjects, Chan every so often helping the younger boy with lyrics, until their call was cut short because jisung remembered he had a 12 page essay on the history of music and dance theory plus the deadline was coming up and the last thing he could do would be to fail that class, no matter what hell he had to put his body through. His first class to attend today was his biology lecture, he started to make his way to the lecture room, picking up the speed since it was being held in the next building along. Whipping past the other students whilst trying to contort his body to reject any accidental shoulder barges which headed his way proved inconvenient for timing, on top of this he tried to ignore the never ending whispering that was being carried in the air through the hallways then weaving in and out of his ears, honestly jisung could have snapped back, but what was the point? Shut them up for a few hours maybe even a day if he was lucky, for them to come back just as strong with even worse things to say tomorrow? It was hopeless. Jisung continued to his class but a series of footsteps sped up behind him, rolling his eyes as he heard snickering which was then suddenly followed by a swift kick to the back of jisung's leg. He crumpled onto the cold, dirty, tiled floor, wincing as pain jolted through his leg and then body. The laughing behind him increased into more of a cackle now. It was only when jisung had given a vocal reaction the attackers retreated ,not caring who saw them just beat another student, still laughing as they walked back down the halls. Jisung lay on the floor for a bit, sure it was uncomfortable but it was the only break he's had in days so he may as well embrace it. After a short, but well needed rest, he collected himself together just to look up and see a hand encased by a pink sweater sleeve being held out to him waiting patiently and quietly to lift jisung up; Jisung looked at the time realising he was already five minutes late to the lecture, he gasped then eagerly took the offer of help and grasped the sweater which earned a small chuckle from the random boy, the hoodie was softer than jisung would have thought, it was warm and for some peculiar reason a feeling of belonging twinged in jisung's stomach, although that could be because he couldn't remember the last time he ate a proper meal. Jisung helped by lifting him self up a bit until he was finally on his feet, he swivelled round to meet the gaze of the stranger who helped, without jisung asking for any. it was Felix...Fuck, it was Felix. Jisung felt his ears burning up and his face turning pink as he stumbled over his words "T-thank you, F-felix right?" The other boy just nodded, a slight smile turning up at the corner of his lips, then he put his hood back up and slowly walked away from the blonde boy leaving him there in a state of confusion and embarrassment. Ok so it wasn't like jisung had a crush on Felix but Felix is very handsome anyone could tell that, and jisung was very gay, but nobody was meant to know that. Although he couldn't help but think of that cute little smile and the little giggle the shy ginger boy had shot at him.
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It was only when a door to one of the nearby classes slammed shut violently that made jisung jump out of his day dream and realise he had been stood there looking like a fool for a few minutes. Hurriedly he collected his things and sprinted to his lecture, he already knew he was going to fail this class, but he may as well try!
