not meant to be •cyj

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the weekend passed and it was finally monday. after the whole incident that happened, i couldn't help but worry about y/n.

i hurriedly walked to school, desperate to see her.

passing through the school gates i watched as people walked into school, but i didn't see her anywhere amongst them.

i walked through the crowded hallways reaching my homeroom.

proceeding in, relief washed over me when i saw her in her seat with her head on the desk staring out the window like always.

[y/n pov]

the start of another dreadful school week came as i sat, laying on the desk waiting for class to begin.

i felt a tap on my shoulder.

"go away." i already knew who it was.

"y/n-"

i cut him off, swiftly lifting my head to look up at him "please yeonjun.. just- leave me alone." i closed my eyes, sighing before i put my head back on the desk looking out the window.

i already knew what he was going to say, and i didn't want his pity.

finally lunch came, the only time i'm not constantly around people. sitting at my usual bench i was about to pull my stuff out of my backpack until i saw yeonjun walking up towards me. he was now standing in front of me.

shoving everything back in, i closed my backpack and stood, about to walk away. until i felt pain surge through my arms as yeonjun held onto my wrist to stop me from leaving.

i hissed from the pain, causing him to loosen his grip a little. although he still held onto my hand.

he walked closer to me gently pulling me to face him. he slowly but slightly started to pull up the sleeve of my school jacket, to which i strangely didn't protest against, standing still just inches away from him.

as soon as he saw my arm he raised his head, looking at me with that expression everyone gives me when they find out.

i turned and looked away. i don't need his pity, i sighed.

"did he do this to you" he carefully asked.

"who?" i dumbly replied.

"that man." he said agitated.

"i don't know what you're talking about." i knew exactly what he was talking about.

"y/n-"

i pulled my hand away. "stop. whatever it is you're gonna say stop. i don't need nor want your pity."

"i want to help you." he said, reaching and holding my hands. it made me sick. i didn't want it.

i yanked my hands out of his again. "what help?! how exactly are you going to help me?! after your encounter it should be clear to you that you don't have a chance against him. so stop with the 'i want to help' bullshit. that's what everyone says and yet 18 years later i'm still stuck in that shit hole with that douche bag. so dont. don't make promises you can't keep. don't say things you don't mean." i yelled agitated, my eyes starting to gloss.

he saw it.

he wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his chest. he was pitying me again. i didn't want it. "let go of me." i struggled, pushing at him to try and get out of his hold "leave me alone." but no matter how hard i pushed and hit he still held on, until i gave up relaxing into his embrace, breaking down, my tears mixing in with the rain. i couldn't do it anymore.

"i promise you, i mean it. i want to help. it will all be okay." he sweetly whispered, still holding me in his arms in the downpour. there was no one else in sight as we stood there showering in the cold rain.

"here, come." he gently let me go once i had calmed down, grabbing my hand and guiding me towards the school building.

we were now in the nurses room, drenched. i stood in the middle shivering, as yeonjun went somewhere grabbing something.

he came back wrapping a towel around me and sitting me on the bed.

pulling up a chair towards me he grabbed another towel, delicately dabbing my face dry.

reaching his hand up he wiped a stray tear that left my eye. i didn't even know i was still crying.

staring into my eyes he still held onto my face, until his gaze slowly moved onto my lips. staring, slowly inching closer until we were only centimetres apart.