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——- playlist ; " we are bulletproof: the eternal " ( BTS )

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——- playlist ; " we are bulletproof: the eternal " ( BTS )

That night Chaewon waited for him but he didn't come home, she asked the boys if he was over at there house but he wasn't and that caused the girl to stress.

It was morning and he still didn't arrive home, the female had droopy eyes and her head was spinning. The door opened, the dark haired male looked over to his side.

"You didn't go home last night?" The emptiness was evident in his voice as he questioned tiredly.


Chaewon yawned before responding, "I was waiting for you to come home."

"Chaewon you didn't get any sleep look at your eyes how will you go to school in this state."

"That's not what I'm worried about, I'm worried about you ddeonu." She frowned, the male didn't want to distress her and wanted to assure her that everything is alright.

"I'm fine Chae." The male breathed out, but it didn't convince the female that he was. "Just take a day off today, sorry for worrying you."

I shook my head, "I'm going to go to school sunshine, there is no reason for me to not go. I'm not that sleepy."

"Mhm.."


—— SCHOOL

"What's up with Sunoo today, he's been ignoring everyone and I haven't seen him with you." Ni-ki curiously questioned me, I frowned...bringing my eyes to the floor.

"He's just been going through some things, I think we all should just let him have time to himself."

"Why what happened??" Jake raised a brow, "I don't think I should be the one telling you, it's his private matters." I informed Jake.

"Alright, let's get to class." Siyeon patted my shoulder, I nodded before stepping into the door that stood in front of the halls.

"This senior year all the projects have been with projects, all of you want to get into companies or jobs that have group work so this is why I put you all to work with each other as experience and to be prepared." Our teacher emitted throughout the whole classroom.

"I just want one more project since school is ending next week."

"The project is to...well you've had the whole year to work with your desk mate and you probably got along very well by what I can see. As a memory and 10 percent of your grades...the project will be to collect pictures of yourselves at your favorite places." She smiled, the class cheered...high fiving their partners.

I eyed sunoo who had his orbs fixated on the empty desk like he used to when we first met. I knew his mind was flooded with copious amount of thoughts. His head turned to me side, emitted those same emotionless eye's I once saw the first time we had our encounter.

He's going back...he's going back to the same person he was before. The butterfly with a broken wing.

—— time skip —- roof

"I knew you'd be here...it's been a while since we came here." I sat next my boyfriend who was dead silent.

"I know it's hard for you ddeonu, you had hope...you had so much hope. I'm sorry" I rested my head on his shoulder.

The male sighed, "I should tell you something, my past. I never told you my past."

"I was adopted after 2 months of being born, from my adoptive parents who got murdered nearly 4 years ago. Life was good at first, they treated me well as a child but I was always pressured into studying hard as a kid."


"There obsession with me being perfect got out of hand...if I made a single mistaken...they'd beat me, they'd do so many things to me that I wouldn't want you to hear. They were never good in the first place, they might have not beat me as a child but there methods of making me a perfectionist son was the same back then."


"As a child they'd make me practice for 5 hours everyday. Along with my other studies but I thought they treated me well...it was like manipulation. I grew to hate them...whoever murdered them...I'm grateful."



"I'm sorry ddeonu...you didn't deserve that. I'm glad you're able to be free now." I pressed my gentle lips of his neck, giving a slight peck before pulling back.


















What if he didn't feel free here...what if...he found another way to be free?


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