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@mmjunsu !
won iseul is not a crybaby.
sure, he may have cried when changmin and jiyi would run off and play without him, saying that he was far too little to join them. and sure, he may have cried when his parents wouldn’t let him keep the niffler he had found on his way home from school, and he had to be consoled for hours on end.
however, he refuses to cry at this.
he trips on the way to history of magic, scrolls of parchment flying everywhere before scattering on the floor. or, a more accurate way to put it, is that someone sticks out their foot to make him fall. usually he would shake it off and consider it an accident ( his gangly limbs make it too easy after all ), but a sense of dread fills his stomach when he hears familiar snickers echo in the otherwise empty hall.
it’s only been a month into school, and iseul thought that things would be different. that high school would be nothing like middle school where he would get picked on for the littlest things such as for being a goody two shoes, for saying sorry too much, even for breathing. quickly, though, he's come to realize that his life is just continuing to follow the same exact trajectory, and that nothing he could do would ever make it change its course.
his cheeks flush hotly with shame, and he can feel the telltale prick of tears threatening to spill over. he finds himself blinking rapidly to make them go away, head ducked down and bangs obscuring his eyes as he begins to pick up his belongings.
iseul reaches to grab his homework, but a shoe stops him by stomping down onto his essay. he shrinks back, the rest of his books and things held protectively against his chest. he bites the inside of his cheek, voice caught in his throat and words already cracking.
“...l-look guys, i really don’t w-want any trouble...”