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W I N W I N ; N C T [ 1 ]

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y/n pov

when will you ever date a kingka of a school?

dong sicheng, winwin most famous for. my boyfriend of three years.

i don't even remember how i got into his life.

i was just another girl in the campus, nonexistent but fragile, and had a huge crush on him.

they say, all relationships have problems. and well i guess, that's true. 

we've always had a problem.

it is impossible if you're a kingka of a school without friends, right?

kim doyoung, one of the sidekick kingkas of sicheng. he has been confessing for a million of times already, lets count a thousand in a day, if possible. 

he's also been asking me to go around with him and not sicheng, as he's kinder than sicheng. sicheng knew about this, of course, as he's a friend and my boyfriend.

he threatened doyoung a lot already, but doyoung just won't stop.

until all became bad.

until all came unexpected.

until all broke down.

my love, 

my life, 

my earth, 

my world.

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sicheng invited me to go to a party of his friend, and suggested for me to wear pants even though it was said to wear a dress.

this is what i liked about sicheng, cool on the outside but soft in the inside. he always tried to play cool but everyone close to him knows that it is indeed only a play.

i picked simple clothes, a plain white shirt and skinny jeans. 

i decided to call on sicheng after dressing up.

"hello? babe?"

"sicheng. i'm done dressing up. where are you?"

"i'm on my way."

"okay, hanging up, be safe! love you."

"love you too." 

i chuckled at his response and went outside to wait for him.

after a good 5 minutes, his car parked in front of our house and waved at me inside. i stood up as he opened the door for me to go inside. 

"how have you been?" he suddenly asked, starting the engine and holding my hand in his free hand.

"i've been busy this past few weeks, but i'm basically fine. you?" i caressed at his hands as i looked at it, smiling to myself.

"is doyoung still bothering you?" he sighed.

"don't worry about him, okay? anyways he's been lessening his tricks on him so just focus on us." i smiled at him reassuringly after looking back at the road again. 

we've arrived at the party, but for me it can be called a club already. spilling drinks, bombing music and grinding bodies. thank god that sicheng wasn't that of a party person also, so we settled in a table with his friends with some random girls.

and yes, when i say his friends, doyoung is included. he always said that-- "wherever you are, i will be there, either with sicheng or not."

unfortunately doyoung was at the last end, the one with a free space. i looked at him with a drink on his hand and has a face of a not very uhm-- gentleman.

sicheng was too immersed talking to his friends while pushing me to sit.

leaving me no choice to be touched by doyoung.

may it be in the legs, shoulders, back, and kissed in the temple, neck, and cheeks. 

sicheng was still talking to his friend, chittaphon, who seemed suspicious. he kept looking at me with sweats in his forehead and just uncontrollably fidgets with his fingers. 

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they were all, completely, dead drunk after 2 hours. 

i've done nothing but to sit still while waiting for sicheng, who's still craving for a cup of vodka. 

i tried to stand up o stop him, and for us to go home since its pitch dark already at the middle of the night.

but was stopped when a hand pulled me in the arms, making me sit down again. 

"babe, stay with me." doyoung whined while rubbing his cold arms at mine's. i rolled my eyes at his scent, purely alcohol.

"first of all, its y/n. stop babe-ing me because i have a boyfriend. second, you're dead drunk so let go of me, i'll go take care of my boyfriend." i said while taking off his lousy hand but again, he's still a boy and boys are much stronger than girls. 

even if they're drunk.

my struggling stopped when he pulled me, hands tight, in a room.

i was frightened, of course, as i didn't know what he was going to do. 

i kept struggling to escape in his grip but was unable to do since my adrenaline just gushed out of my body. i was too tired, to even keep up.

i was about to faint when he lifted me up and thrown me in a very soft bed. 

i was struggling to stand up, but a sudden pain in my chest snickered.

i punched my chest softly to release the pain but it was no use.

i tried to keep my eyes open but i can still feel something. 

i was being stripped, undressed.

i started crying unconsciously, thinking about sicheng, thinking that he should be saving me right now.

and it happened. i was crying all over, once again thinking,

"it did come back. but why now? i was happy. i didn't take what i shouldn't. why did it come back? how about sicheng? is this the end?

will my heart, now, stop beating, not just for an hour, but for the rest of my life?"