Cinderella (Seventeen)

Pianos and Punishments

Chapter Six

*Wonwoo's POV*

I saw her across the hallway, stuffing her books into her locker. It's been a whole week, and she has returned. Looking gaunter than ever.

"Hey," I walked over, leaning on the locker next to hers, ignoring the sighs and slight fainting of the girls behind me. Looking over, she didn't say a word, but averted her eyes back to her locker. "Where you been all these years?" I joked, but figured, that wasn't a good idea by the look on her face. Noticing her neck, I grew mad.

"Got jumped again?" I rolled my eyes. She needs to let me in. She needs to let me help her.

"Yeah," she whispered, closing her locker and turning on her heel.

"It's best to just leave her be," Hoshi came up behind me.

"I can't leave her be. She needs help, anyone can see that," I shot back.

"Hey Oppa," the girl from the bathroom came with her gang. Rolling my eyes and trying to get past, she blocked my path. "Where you going Oppa," they all giggled.

"Class. I'm late." I said plainly and pushed past as she pouted.

"Have a good class! Fighting!" She yelled too sweetly.

"Hansol!" I yelled into a classroom, as he jogged up to the door. I saw her sat at the back, unmoving, emotionless.

"Yeah hyung?" He leaned against the door frame.

"How's things?" I lingered, sneaking glances over to her.

"It's good, you?" He flirted with some passing girls, who screamed. In my ear.

"Yeah, fine," I turned, seeing everything I needed to. Her cheekbones stuck out, and she was sat awkwardly. Like she was in pain. That was evident from the look on her face.

*Hyolyn's POV*

I can't be in this lesson. I don't want to be in this building. I don't want to be in this city. I don't want to be in this country.

I don't want to be in this world.

My ribs were in so much pain, my neck hurt, my throat burned. Finally, the lunch bell rung, everyone dashing out. Standing slowly, I coughed. Minghao stood and looked over at the other boy... Hansol, and then back to me.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine," I stood again, walking away like nothing was wrong. But the alternative was, I was dying. Entering the hallway, I headed to the dance room at the other end of the school. The end where no one goes, because everyone has friends and gathers outside or in the cafeteria.

But me? I'm alone. And that is how I like it.

Walking in the room, this time it was empty. I chose the end all this time, instead of the one I usually go in. Because they were there.

I just need to let some steam off. I need to get rid of all the stress. But I can't dance, because of my ribs. Taking the opportunity for the first time in a while, I sat at the piano at the back of the room. Letting my fingers play, I found myself playing with all the emotions I had built up.

Each chord, each note, was what I felt. Letting the music take over, I was immersed, totally at peace for once. Ending, I let out a sigh. Aaaaand, then I was frozen stiff again when the clapping began. Turning to the door, I found all of the guys stood there.

"We uh, heard it down the hall," one rubbed the back of their neck. Seeing Wonwoo, I turned back to the piano. "It was really good, like, amazing." He spoke again. I'm not sure which one he is, but he's the smallest and has pink hair.