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Lay X Self-harm!Reader

I need to stop....but I can't!
I need help....But who can I ask?!
You see.....my situation at home is terrible. Well...was. Living with a drunkard that beats you for every transgression and a woman whose entire life is focused on men has been hell for the past 10 years of my life. The worst part is these people are my dad and mom. To make things worse, I have the bad habit of cutting. You would think that the painful beatings I get would be enough for me to never want to do anything of the sort, but the pain I feel when I do it myself is somehow soothing. It calms me down and has helped me through many years of that hell. Recently, I started going out with one of my classmates. His name is Xing, or as he is known around school Lay. Even though we been dating for a while and have been friends for even longer, I have managed to keep my family problems a secret from him, for a while. One day, when we were on a date, he noticed the black bruises I had on my neck from that man trying to strangle me. I tried to quickly hide them, but he removed my hands from my neck and unzipped my sweater a bit to get a better look. He was shocked, but he didn't say anything. He simply began to lightly run his finger over the marks on my neck. He was waiting for me to tell him. In the end I ended up a sobbing mess on his shoulder and by the time I had finished my story, he was pissed. He told me to move in with him. I was shocked at his offer, but he quickly understood what he had said and clarified that he wanted to help me and that I could use the spare room in his apartment. I was a little unsure since I would be a huge inconvenience, but the chance to escape was right it front of me, so I didn't dare to let it slip away. I ran away from home in the middle of the night, taking what little amount of clothes I had and the money I had made at my part time jobs.

At times I wonder if they will ever come looking for me. I am terrified to think of what they might do to me.

Xing is away right now, he said that he will be back in a few hours. Honestly, even though we have been dating for a while now, we haven't really gotten physically to close. I am afraid that he will find out about my habit. Even though I have gotten out of there, old habits die hard and even though I do it much rarer now, I still have quite a few cuts on my stomach and thighs. How will he react when he finds out? I don't want to know, so I will try to hide it for as long as possible.

*Ring* *Ring*

Looks like Xing is back. A little early, but nobody else ever comes, so I should go and open the door for him.
The moment you unlock the door, it swings open and instead of being greeted by the loving hugs of your boyfriend, you are met with the furious stare of the man you once called dad.

"Where have you been, you b****?! I did not let you leave the house! You are coming back home with me!"

The thought of never seeing Xing ever again gave you a bit of courage to stand up for yourself.

"No! I am staying here with Xing!"

He turns around and grabs your hair, pulling you with him. You scream from the pain and try to loosen his grip, but no avail.
Suddenly, you here a loud thud and the painful grip on your hair is replaced with a soft hand lightly petting your head. You feel the other hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you towards a familiar embrace. You burst out into tears and cling onto his shirt for dear life. He calmly leads you to your room and tells you to sit here and not go anywhere. You don't want him to leave, but he says he will only be an hour, since he needs to make sure the police out that man in jail. You weakly nod and reluctantly let go of his shirt. He gives you a small smile and quickly leaves. The minute you hear the door close, your eyes focus on the box that you carefully keep on your shelf that contains razors in it. It's a plain box that is hidden from sight, unless you were looking for it. You take the box and enter the bathroom. You take out a razor and make a mark on your stomach. One. Two. But before you can make another one, someone grabs the razor out of your hand. You jerk your head up and are met with Xing's gaze. You can see so many emotions swimming around in his eyes and it terrifies you. You realize the mistake you have made, but you don't know what to do, so you just sit in shock. Xing silently throws away all of the razors along with the box and picks you up, carrying you to your room and placing you on your bed. You don't dare to look at him. He leaves the room and comes back with the first aid kit. He begins tending to your cuts and lifts your shirt a little further, revealing older scars and cuts. His hands start to tremble, but he tries to keep calm and tends to those too.
"Where else?"
You don't bother lying to him, so you simply lift the fabric of your long skirt up to the middle of your thighs, revealing more healing wounds. After he is done, he puts away the kit and sits down in front of you on the floor and hugs your waist, burying his face in your stomach. You can feel him trembling and light sniffles can be heard. He calms down and looks up at you. He carefully cups your face with with hands and strokes your cheeks, while looking deep into your eyes for answers. Although he understands what you had to go through was horrible, he can't understand why you didn't just come to him for comfort, why his presence didn't give you a reason to stop.
It hurts him more than you can imagine and you see that pain in his gaze. You slip to the floor and give a tight hug, to which he quickly responds.
"I know, Oppa. But I couldn't burden you. I wanted our relationship to stay at least a little bit normal and not become you taking care of me out of pity and being afraid to say something to me because I might go and kill myself of something. I am sorry."
He pulls away from you a bit, to be able to see your face.
"Don't apologize, (Name). Just....I want you to know that I care about you very much and everything I do for you is not out of pity, but out of love. I want you to trust me, I want you to be happy....I want you to stop making those marks on your beautiful skin."
He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and brings you once again into a hug. His hand slips under your shirt and lightly runs over your scars. His touch is so soft and loving that you can't help but nuzzle into his neck and cling onto the front of his shirt even tighter. He kisses the top of your head.
"I love you, (Name). Can you stop? For me? I will help you. I will be a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand and someone you can trust to go to the ends of the Earth to save you. This may sound cheesy, but I am willing to sound like that just for you to believe me."
You smile a kiss the corner of his lips.
"I will try, Oppa. I love you too."