wrong number | yuwin

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6:28 PM | Wenzhou, China

Sicheng sniffed, staring at the wide black sky above, there were no stars and moon to be seen, as it was probably cloudy. The soft wind gushed by him, and he closed his eyes, embracing it.

A tear slipped down his rosy cheeks, he aggressively wiped it off with the back of his hand, still having his eyes closed.

"Fuck it.. fuck everyone.. literally everyone." He muttered to himself, weakly. He glanced down at the ground, his vision blurred due to the tears in his eyes.

For a moment, he considered jumping off. A lame attempt, he knew. Falling off from this height will only break his bones, not kill him.

But what if his family starts caring then? He chuckled bitterly at that thought, "That's never happening."

He was tired of being blamed for everything, body-shamed by his own family. His freedom was snatched away from him long ago. He's alive but dead from inside.

But then Yuta came into his mind, the person who genuinely makes him happy. If it weren't for him, he would've already done something to himself.

He heard some slow steps from behind. He sighed, not wanting to deal with anyone's bullshit. And then, the voice called out, "Sicheng?"

"Leave me alone, please." He pleaded, his voice desperate.

"Overdramatic bitch.." His brother scoffed. Sicheng clutched harshly to the railing he was sitting on, trying to calm himself, but nothing helped.

He turned around and jumped, back on the marbled floor of the rooftop, glaring right through his brother, who was smiling. And then, something glistened in the dark.

A broken piece of glass was lying near his feet. Something back in his mind told him not to do anything stupid, but his body moved on its own and picked it up, marching forward.

His brother stared, horrified. Soon the glass was a centimetre away from his neck, but he wasn't able to move, frozen in his spot. He took a glance at Sicheng's eyes and gulped seeing them so deadly.

He did what came first in his mind, turned around in a swift and ran down the stairs, leaving Sicheng alone again. Sicheng let out a low growl, clutching the glass in his fist, the sharp edges poking his skin but he didn't care.

With heavy steps, he walked to a corner and saw the blood was already dripping out of his hand. He let go of the glass and punched the wall near him with all his force.

He was just about to scream, but his phone buzzed in his trousers pocket. He didn't want to pick it up at all, but something inside him told him to do it nevertheless.

He took out it with his wounded hand, not caring at all about the stabbing pain in his hand. He's faced worse pain than this. And then he saw Yuta's name showing up on his phone.

"What a timing you've got, Nakamoto Yuta." He murmured to himself before picking it up.

"Hi.."

"Are you okay?"

"Honestly, no." He leaned back on the wall he had just punched and slipped down to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"Everything."

"Tell me, what happened?" His voice was comforting, like a lullaby, luring him to sleep.

"I can't stand this family. Literally got slapped for something I didn't even do." He whispered, not having the energy to speak, only wanting to hear Yuta's voice.

"Oh, man... I came to China and thought we could meet." Something clicked on Sicheng's mind, as he sat up straight.

"You're in China? Right now?"

"Yeah, just some miles away from your home."

"Can you come?"

"You sure your family won't mind?"

"No, I didn't mean that. I want to run away with you."

"Sicheng, what the fuck, no."

"Pleaseee."

"It's not worth it! We're both young, and your family is dangerous. It's not like I don't want to take you away with me, I want to, but it's too much of a risk. Your family will immediately find out."

"Please... Yuta, please. I can't live here anymore, it's hard to even breathe."

"What about your education, then?"

"I don't care, as long as I'm away from here, with you. Just take me to Korea, I promise I'll be able to live on my own."

There was a moment of silence from the other side, Yuta thinking about this when at last, he sighed.

"Fine, but on one condition."

"Any condition is accepted."

"Well then, you will have to live with my cousin who lives nearby, and stay with her until you complete your education. And after that, we both will go straight and tell your family about us, alright?"

"But-"

"I take no buts. It's on you, either stay with my cousin or with your family."

"Okay.. when are you coming?"

"In an hour or so, pack your things up."

Yuta then hung up on the call, and then the anxiety crept to him. How will he even get out of this house to run away? But he gulped, and went downstairs nevertheless, to pack things.

Reaching his room, he made sure to lock the door before taking out a suitcase and filling it with his clothes and other important kinds of stuff. Once he was done, he glanced at the clock, it was almost time.

And then, the last-minute plan came to his mind. He texted Yuta to call him once he reaches. After ten minutes, Yuta calls him, as promised.

"Look, I have got a plan. I'll go down to a room where there's a window from which I can escape. I'll get out of the window and unlock the gate, and get to you, but make sure to stand a few metres away from my house."

"On it."

Sicheng sighed and slipped his phone into his jeans pocket, before heaving up the suitcase. He opened the door, and saw no one around, he took this as a chance to run downstairs and enter the room.

There, he locked the door and opened the windows, threw his suitcase out and climbed out. Closing the windows behind, he walked on his tiptoes along with his suitcase to the gate.

He opened it, having to use no keys as it hadn't had any lock, and got out before closing the gate quietly behind him. And then, he saw Yuta standing, his arms wide open for him.

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