stumped; onho
title: stumped
pairing: friendship!onew/minho
rating: pg-13
wordcount: 5,400+
summary: jinki think's there's nothing to lose when nobody knows his name, but Minho does. and it messes up with everything.
Minho knew Jinki back in elementary. He thought he was smart and friendly but he never understood why he was always alone or why people bothered him when he entered high school. He watches Jinki stumble into the classroom, the teacher sighs, then students snort and point at him when he walks past them to his desk. He keeps his head down, avoiding any eye contact with anybody and he pulls out his red notebook then starts writing.
High school sucks.
Jinki doesn’t have friends because friends eventually leave you. He doesn’t want to go through trouble with anybody so that’s why he’s always alone. What is there to lose when nobody knows your name?
Jinki writes everything in his notebook. He believes it’s the only thing that understands him. He writes in it every day, he doodles it in; he writes about his dreams, what he plans for the future, songs, what he did that day, what he’s thinking and he draws what he sees, what he wants to see. It explains everything about him.
He’s haunted by the same voices and faces. Every day he comes home from school with a new bruise, something to remind him he’s still living. He should be immune but it still pains him. Teachers say, “It’s just a phase.” He wants to laugh.
It’s just a phase.
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sorry this is just the preview, the full fic is here @ boysontop. i signed up for a simple fic challenge, and of course knowing me i had to make it difficult ;___; check out the other submissions~ please leave comments ^^
and yes, it is my longest fic ever ok. i'm proud of myself. :B
pairing: friendship!onew/minho
rating: pg-13
wordcount: 5,400+
summary: jinki think's there's nothing to lose when nobody knows his name, but Minho does. and it messes up with everything.
Minho knew Jinki back in elementary. He thought he was smart and friendly but he never understood why he was always alone or why people bothered him when he entered high school. He watches Jinki stumble into the classroom, the teacher sighs, then students snort and point at him when he walks past them to his desk. He keeps his head down, avoiding any eye contact with anybody and he pulls out his red notebook then starts writing.
High school sucks.
Jinki doesn’t have friends because friends eventually leave you. He doesn’t want to go through trouble with anybody so that’s why he’s always alone. What is there to lose when nobody knows your name?
Jinki writes everything in his notebook. He believes it’s the only thing that understands him. He writes in it every day, he doodles it in; he writes about his dreams, what he plans for the future, songs, what he did that day, what he’s thinking and he draws what he sees, what he wants to see. It explains everything about him.
He’s haunted by the same voices and faces. Every day he comes home from school with a new bruise, something to remind him he’s still living. He should be immune but it still pains him. Teachers say, “It’s just a phase.” He wants to laugh.
It’s just a phase.
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sorry this is just the preview, the full fic is here @ boysontop. i signed up for a simple fic challenge, and of course knowing me i had to make it difficult ;___; check out the other submissions~ please leave comments ^^
and yes, it is my longest fic ever ok. i'm proud of myself. :B