Prologue

After going through the day with no ease at all, Junsu immediately ran to the toilet with lightning speed when he heard the bell ringing three times. And now, he was in one cubicle sitting on top of a closed lid with his lower half exposed even though he was still wearing his briefs and he had a yellow box in his hands that he had picked up before from his schoolbag.
Junsu started to tear the plastic seal of the familiar long white stick once again. He took a look at the thing for awhile before he pulled down his briefs and forced his bladder to pour its content to that thing’s surface. Junsu waited for some minutes with a pounding heart.
He pulled the stick up to his face with closed eyes and trembled hands.
“That won’t happen to me. That won’t happen to me. That will never ever happen to me,” he said.
When Junsu opened his eyes, there was the sign that he had wished never to see in his life. At least not now. Not when he was just a mere high schooler who lived by his parents’ money. Not when he hadn’t even gotten his chance to blow his 17^th birthday candles yet.
2 red stripes.
Junsu shook his blond haired head and rubbed his eyes. Half hoping that all of this was just an illusion. He stared at the stick once again.
Still.
ing. 2. Red. Stripes.
Junsu groaned and pulled at his hair. His eyes turned slightly red. The damn 10^th-testpack-stick-this-week tossed over the grey floor.
“What will I say to Yoochun-hyung?”
And then his tears fell down.
 

Annyeonghaseyo, Bex imnida! This is my very first time writing fan fiction in English language, so please please bear with any grammar mistakes, typos and any misconceptions that I made T.T
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