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"Mark do you know anything about, Chittaphon?" Haon would ask his friend, blowing some smoke. The other thought about the question for a second recalling having some classes with Ten, "Not really, I just know he has a brother and his family is rich" Haon rolled up his fist already knowing that information.

"Make sure that kid doesn't interfere with my daughter's studies, Haon. That's an order!"

The thug wasn't sure how to keep them apart, he could barely engage in a conversation with the girl and he doubts she'll agree on listening, she hates him as much as she hates his boss, how was he supposed to work when he had no control? "Fucking, snobby fuckers, why did one of you have to get involved with the boss's daughter?"

"huh?" Mark looked at the long-haired guy, confused.

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Isn't it funny how we think we know someone based on what they put on their social media, or by the way they present themselves to society? You simply assume you have this person figured out and you're certain that's the reason why they're such an asshole, little witch, and many other names you could think of by just getting a glimpse. Maybe that's where we mess up? You can't possibly know someone by a couple of moments you capture, it's like saying it's going to be a bad day because a crow flew over you, or you tripped. Statistics claim a person takes up to 6 months to be fully convinced they want marriage, now, how on earth are you going to 'know' someone in a couple of seconds? It's ridiculous.

Ten felt as if he was being slapped across the face, he knew you were different, but he never thought, Y/n had such a dark past that it shifted her into a person he'd never met. It was like meeting someone all over again. He admits he didn't have you figured out, he was lost in his own thoughts coming into the realization that he didn't know you at all, he wished it didn't turn out this way, why was he such an arrogant know it all? Should I apologize for being such a dickhead? He'd been having mini breakdowns remembering all the times he wasn't the kindest to you and judged you wrongly. Is her dad powerful enough to find out how I treated Y/n? Would it complicate things furthermore?

Meanwhile, an anxious Ten battled with his endless thoughts of possibilities, the girl hadn't mentioned anything, yet he already felt it was something deeper than he imagined, she fiddles with the spoon creating mountains of ice cream until finally getting fed up, and ends up taking a scoop, eyebrows furrowing in the process.

"I think, I'm going to head out first," she says, looking up at him, Ten hurries out of the chair beating Y/n to the front door, "What?" he hates that he doesn't know what to do, and finds it more irritating that he can't simply ask normally, but part of him is aware she wasn't willing to share. It's like asking him why he drinks, he doesn't recall the girl ever questioning him about the incident he caused in her shared dorm.

"I'll be here if you need anything" he reassured her, running a hand over her cheek. The girl smiled, the shade in her eyes darkened. He hated it, he hated everything.
"Ten?" you called out for him, tears streaming down your face, "C-can, I have a hug?" he then rushed towards you allowing the shop's entrance to shut as he pulled you in between his arms the embrace becoming tighter as you quietly sobbed into his chest, he could practically feel the shivers your body had suddenly formed, and he was just as lost as the first time he found out he was left alone.

The truth was revealed once he turned 12 and the memory is still crystal clear. It was a Saturday morning when he climbed downstairs, gleeful that the sun illuminated the inside of the dining room, letting the entire world know today was a special day. He took a sip of his orange juice, certain no one and nothing could destroy his birthday, but then,