yiseo sniffles, following the other as heâs praised again and again. heâs still cold and he feels weird with the blood on his chest, tears still on his face and now an arm that was bandaged up. part of him feels the itch, the urge to scratch at the scabs and scars, to open them once more to let the stress flow from him.Â
but he lets ryosuke dress him, lets soft fabric envelop him and hide the blood on his chest and the bandaged scars on his arm. while wearing this sweater, it covers his hands, giving him sweater paws. he sniffs, holding onto the navy fabric as he looks away from the other, twisting the fabric in his small fingers. heâs warm. itâs nothing like the few clothes he does have, ones that are starting to fall apart but even if he asks, his parents wonât buy him new ones. heâs not smart enough to earn those.
âm⊠today is a bad day,â he starts, voice wavering before he sniffs again, looking away from the other. ryosuke is a god- heâs the leader of an amazing clique and heâs strong and handsome and smart and he even has a boyfriend who loves him. yiseo has nothing like that. heâs not strong, heâs ugly, heâs the stupidest person in the school. people are nice to him but he doesnât really know why. he has no good traits. it doesnât make any sense.
âi canât do anything but iâm really good at hurting myself. itâs the only thing iâm good at,â he murmurs again. it sounds awful but itâs true in yiseoâs mind.
âi-i canât study and my parents are angry at me⊠they told me if i c-come home for the break that iâm going to be in trouble. my mi-midterms are n-next week and i-i⊠i-iâm going to f-fail them all because iâm so stupid th-that i canât even study at the w-worst sc-school in koreaâŠ!â immediately heâs sobbing again, one sweater paw curl around his mouth with the other holds onto his own waist for support. he canât help letting out his stresses in front of ryosuke, heâs had this feeling about himself since he first came here anyway. the fact that he canât even pass an introduction class should be enough proof to how stupid he really is.
His heart hurt when the inferior had started crying and admitting that he wasnât anything good. Ryosuke knew bad days in Keisung meant bad days in Keisung, and Yiseo crying had him crying. He continues holding on to the young inferior, finding comfort himself that he was holding his younger friend in his arms. He shook his head vigorously at Yiseo talking down on himself, unwilling to let the younger Korean see himself that way.
âSeo-Seo, no. Youâre more than that, okay? Youâre not stupid,â Ryosuke sobbed, rubbing Yiseoâs back for comfort. Whoever it was that made him this way was in Ryosukeâs shit list because there was no way in hell was this even possible without a person or two making someone feel this shitty. He holds Yiseo closer, his tears having been subsided as resolve took over instead.
The jock leader took a deep breath, reeling himself and getting himself together. Yiseo didnât need his roommate breaking down on him as well. âYiseo, listen to me: you are not stupid. Got that? Whatever it is youâre taking, it might not be the one for you. But you have your passions, right? Youâre pretty good at other things. Donât you play the piano? I havenât heard you play yet but I bet itâs the greatest thing Iâll ever hear. I bet youâre one of the greatest pianists and whoever fucked you over donât know that.â
If it were any other day, Ryosuke wouldâve cooed at how adorable Yiseo was being. The inferior wearing his sweaterâhaving sweater pawsâhad him going softer than he already was. âYouâre special to me, okay?â