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school was never han jisung's strong suit, he preferred writing random little poems. this turned into composing songs, which turned into singing.

he sat down at the desk beside the girl whomst he had grown quite familiar with. her long, dark brown hair draping down the sides of her face.
"hey hea." he smiled. the girl waved her hand slightly, not taking her eyes off of the book in front of her.

hea's frame was average, her school uniform fit it quite well. she was actually quite the opposite of jisung. he was shy, and pretty self-contained. hea on the other hand was quiet, but everyone knew her and liked her.

"how are you today?" the boy continued, pulling out his notepad.

"tired." she quietly sighed.

"ah hea, you say that every day. you need to sleep more." jisung chuckled. he popped his headphones in and began to write. he began to write about her, the beautiful girl who made his life worth living.

after school hours had come to a closing. jisung closed his notepad and took a look to the girl beside him, and to no surprise, she was sleeping. this was a common occurrence, she'd fall asleep within an hour or so of entrancing herself in her book.
"hea~" jisung hummed, "it's time to go home. wake up."

hea gently stirred awake, a small smile plastered on her face. "thank you jisungie. safe travels." she waved a slight goodbye before watching him exit the building. hea didn't leave though, she rather closed her book and quietly tip-toed to the back room. behind the door was a small bed with a dresser and a lamp. her bookshelf littered with papers and books. this was her home, inevitably. a tiny janitors closet that had been long forgotten. she took a deep breath before tucking herself under the covers and shutting the light off.

just like every single night.