shocker.
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he holds his breath for one second, five, then ten-- once he hits twenty he breathes out. then in-- and it's repeated. five, ten, fifteen and twenty he exhales. his hands are covered over his head, hiding in a storage closet on campus as he hides away from the group of kids that decided he was easy pickings for bullying. it isn't as bad as it is in the past-- the kids are at ua are kinder, but there's still a gap. still those that are too cocky and think they're too deserving; too arrogant and too quick to pick on ones with weaker forms, lackluster quirks.
he doesn't know how long he hides. seconds, minutes; has it been hours? he exhales sharply as he drops his hands and slowly begins to clamber out of the closet. he knocks against idle things and winces at how loud the sound is. adjusting his glasses on his face, he straightens his body and stands-- hand wrapping around around the doorknob as he begins to push it open. he pops his head out, eyes wide and peering down the visible hall. when he doesn't hearing anything too threatening, doesn't see anything too scary-- he lets out a breath of relief. he pushes the door open more, slides his body out as his eyes flicker around the hall. he peers behind the door on the opposite end of the hallway-- and promptly squeaks.
he sees a mess of dark hair and bandages-- and jeongguk clams up in shock, caught off-guard. sweat slicked fingers grip onto the door as he practically hides behind it. "i'm sssssorry! i didn't hit y-you with the door did i? i-i-i was jusssst, um. you-- you sssscared me, sssssorry!" he's a mess of hisses, stuttering and red cheeks. flickering eyes and heavy, shallow breaths. how mortifying.