this is the last time

The hebephrenic lad wasn’t exactly expecting a reply, as it dawned unto him that one: the school was too damnedly quiet to have people at this time of the day, heck it was too quiet that he could still hear the ongoing whispers that happened as a daily plague inside his little troubled head; and two: well, who could tell if that wasn’t one of his hallucinations, eh? An onslaught of medication can only do so much for the disorders of the mind.

It troubled her a little to see how long it took jaehyun to recognize her--- it seemed only a few days ago to her when they last played together as foolish kids; a feeling of nostalgia began to stir at the pit of seohyun's stomach. she didn't blame him though, not one bit. jaehyun didn't choose to be diagnosed with what he had--- something seohyun didn't quite understand yet, but she hoped with him here now, maybe she could.

★★･ﾟon defining "social" ✧ open •

seohyun hated class--- more specifically english, which was the first on her list of mandatory detentions as she'd call them. even so, she knew they were important so she came up with a plan on which classes to skip and when, making her attendance look like a random dot combination on the register. though in a school like bullworth--- it didn't matter if you attended or not but seohyun's conscience wouldn't let her be that risky. she made her way to her favorite hiding place during this time; the rooftop. seohyun liked this place the best as everyone seemed to prefer hanging around their clique's little headquarters. as usual seohyun sat herself behind what looked like an old storage place; it was apparent that it was long since been unused by the rust around the lock. seohyun was halfway through a sign before someone's voice broke the silence; her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and a little bit of anger. anger, because her once sanctuary of peace and quite was now broken and confusion--- well, from what she heard the someone had greeted thin air.  before seohyun knew it, she stood up from her spot and turned to the direction the voice came from. it was a guy, that much was clear to her from the back of them and as she drew closer; the somewhat annoyed expression on her face wiped clean off her face. "j-jaehyun....? you're here, at bullworth?"

( /her shoulder was nudged - too hard to be unintentional. dasom looked to the side, almost prepared to get out of the person’s way, when she saw her face. she planted her feet on the ground, pivoting around to face seohyun.) maybe you’re just blind. or you were too busy daydreaming about something you won’t ever get.