ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕪(ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕙𝕦𝕟)

Chapter 6

With a tired Sehun trudged to school, he always felt smaller at school with the crowded hallways where the students did not bother who they pushed, being a small figure Sehun was pushed a lot in the hallway.

Almost losing his balance and falling down a lot of times, he finally reached his locker and boy he was glad.

He was shocked and terrified when he came across a particular locker which was scribbled with swears and curses, like 'Die' or 'Faggot' he shivered at the thought of going through the same thing some day if he ever gets caught, so he had to try his very best to stay inside the closet if he wanted a peaceful high school life.

"Morning" a deep voice suddenly said from behind and he turned around to be met with a tall figure standing right behind him with s wide  smile plastered on his face. Chanyeol

"Morning" Sehun muttered trying to give him a smile, "Wanna walk to class with me?" he asked casually,
"Okay" Sehun muttered.

As they walked to class Sehun felt even smaller next to Chanyeol as the said guy was more than 6 foot tall.

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Kyungsoo frowned at the sight of his dirty locker,it wasn't something unusual, he was used to it, he tiredly opened his locker and boy out a rug and began to wipe the the swears and threats off his locker, someone slapped him on his head as he walked pass him, Kyungsoo did not bother turning around, it was not like he could yell at that person or expect an apology.

Just then he heard the locker next to his slam open and he slowly peeked at it to see an angry Baekhyun looking extremely pissed off, "That Bitch!" Baekhyun sweated slamming it shut,
Kyungsoo slowly closed his own locker shut and looked up at a frustrated Baekhyun, "Is she still bothering you?" he asked, Baekhyun turned to him with a scowl,

"Shut up!  You faggot! Don't worsen my mood and get the fuck out of my sight" Baekhyun cursed, giving Kyungsoo a glare, Kyungsoo shut his locker close and ran away from the spot, he ran out of the school and back home, he did not even feel like attending class, no one was home anyways so no one would bother asking him why he had returned home instead of taking classes, maybe because to his parents, their work is far more important than their gay son.

It isn't easy for him, he has always tired to hide it, he did not want others to see that he was affected and hurt by their actions, they did not deserve that! They did not deserve to see him suffer like they wanted to, just because he was gay! It hurt him a lot, he felt like a loser, he was treated like trash but there was no one who was there to help him, he sometimes felt like there was no point in living when life was just another hell, but what was the  point of dying anyways? It wasn't going to take away his pain.

Where did the good days go? When did things turn into hell? He had tried his best to control the monster that was inside of him, but sometimes it hurts too much specially when he still love the same person who have hurt him and turned his whole life into a nightmare.

Had he known it was all an act he would have run away, but he was dumb and trusted and thought that he had finally found someone who would be there for him all the time, but he got it all wrong! the person who he thought was different from the others, whom he thought would accept him turned out to be the one who crumbled his whole life right in front of his eyes without hesitation, yet he could not hate him! Why? Why couldn't he hate such a horrible person? Why was he still in love with someone who would not care if he died?

It was the same thing again, once he cried for a particular reason he'd start crying for all the things that had messed up his life, the insults, the threats, the looks of disgust, the glares from his classmates, the ignorance from his parents, he only wanted to be loved! Was it too hard to get that? Was he such a horrible person that he did not even deserve to be loved just a little bit?

He'd pretend like he was used to it, he was used to being alone, being bullied, being alone,being ignored,but no! He was not okay!

It hurt him a lot to the point he thought he really did deserve to just die!

Sometimes he just wished he could wake up in the arms of someone who would love him for who he was, someone who would listen to his pain and understand it, instead of judging him, sometimes he just wished things would go back to those good old days...