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November 2Xth_
Tuesday . 6:17 am

Meow~

Jisung's eyes fluttered open as he heard Brian, his cat, meow right by his ears. Baby Brian must be hungry.

Heavy sleep still weighing his eyes down, he scratched the ginger tabby's head but Brian hopped off with a whiny meow, more like a complaint. He shifted in bed and raised his head slightly to look at the bedside clock. Then Jisung shot up, wide awake once realization dawned upon him. He had slept through his alarm and he was late as heck.

He rushed to the bathroom, almost tripping over the stray clothes littering his room on his way. He washed, then changed out of his rainbow pyjamas and threw on a plain white long-sleeve with the nearest pants he could find lying around (which happened to be black jeans with rips that exposed his knees).

It was 6:25, meaning no time for breakfast, although he was really hungry. He grabbed his backpack, then slipped into a pair of sneakers and stormed out of his apartment. Once the icy breeze hit his face, Jisung's breath came out foggy and he shivered. It was cold, so cold and as forgetful as he is, he didn't bring a hoodie or jacket.

Jisung had no option but to run to school despite the air freezing him to his bones. Sadly, he had to ignore the loud grumbles of his displeased stomach. Because the boy was in that much of a hurry and just couldn't afford to be forced out of Music class by getting late for the eleventh time in a row, he also had to ignore basic road rules.

Which turned against him.

Without bothering to look to his sides, Jisung continued to run across the wide street to get to the other side. If perhaps he had looked, he would've noticed the white truck speeding towards his direction. Jolting at the startlingly loud honk of the vehicle, Jisung's legs froze as he snapped his head to see headlights too close to avoid.

In one swift movement, his body was yanked sideways by somebody. Jisung felt himself collide with the person, causing the two to lose balance and crash to the sidewalk as the truck sped by with enraged honks. With his heart hammering in his chest, Jisung tried to calm his uneven, heavy breathing. His eyes were wide open, like he was in utter disbelief after the near death experience. Even as the person near him cleared their throat, Jisung remained frozen in shock.

"Hey!" Jisung felt a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Jisung exhaled forcefully as he collected himself and turned his attention to the stranger peering into his face with obvious concern. He blinked a few times and fumbled over his words.

"I'm- y-yes.." Jisung mumbled, then gulped. He observed the boy who had just saved his life; he seemed to be about Jisung's age, with soft, fluffy curls of lilac hair and a heaven of freckles glittering his peachy cheeks.

Not only was Jisung about to actually die, but now someone way too beautiful to be real was speaking to him.

In a way-too-deep voice.

The stranger helped himself up and dusted his hands on his jeans. He stretched a hand out for Jisung to grab on to, which he gladly did. Once Jisung was up and they faced each other, he flashed a full smile, still holding on to Jisung's hand.


"My name's Felix. Nice to meet you, cutie."

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