Falling For Him (HUNHAN)

Im lonely

Lu Han stared at the ceiling as the tears poured from his eyes, he was lonely, his 'friends' didn't talk to him, they wouldn't even look at him. His heart broke and had shattered again and again and again. His mom didn't even bother to call him when they ate anymore, she knew that Lu Han would just sit there. She wanted to help him, but she didn't know how. Lu Han had came out as gay to his mother, she didn't mind but his dad on the other hand completely disposed of him. His legs were covered in scars aswell as his arms. He just needed someone, anyone, anything...

Luhans POV:
I grabbed the knife I kept in my drawer and went to sit in the bathtub, I held the blade in my hand before I dragged it across my pale skin. It felt good knowing I had the power to make something bleed, even if it was myself. I was lonely, just another lonely boy at college, the difference was, I had fallen for him. The one person I shouldn't have. I watched the blood trickle down my arms and onto my black jeans. My mom never noticed so it wasn't really any problem, only once had she noticed and it was because it was on a pair of blue jeans. She didn't seem too concerned as I told her I cut my finger.

She never cared about me after she had my little sister, her princess. I washed my arms with hot water watching the blood washing down the sink. The hot water made the bleeding stop, I dried my arms with a dark coloured towel and put on my black EA7 hoodie. I had a feminine build so it just effortlessly hung off my body. I missed myself, the old Lu Han, the one that didn't care what people thought of him, the one that loved people without having a cold look in his eye, without looking and feeling as if he wanted to die. I put my speaker on and connected my phone to it, I quietly played my music, my tears becoming visible as they streamed down my cheeks, before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

The next morning
I woke up and felt my cheeks, they were hot and puffy and my eyes hurt. I placed my hand on the corner of my eyes noticing the slight tears rolling down my cheek still. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower, as I turned around to reach for the shampoo, I saw a tall figure wearing black skinny jeans, black steel capped boots and a camo denim jacket.

His black t-shirt just barely covering his muscles as his pecks bulged through it. He looked at me as I tried to cover myself up, his head tilted to the side and he undid his boots took of his socks and the rest of his clothing, he walked up to me, his caramel eyes burning into mine and stood close to me, he grabbed my arm forcefully pulling it towards his abs and slid my finger down them smirking.

His voice was deep but showed a sense of kindness which calmed me down. "My love, why would you do this to your arms?"
"I hate myself and want to die"I replied back with a fierce tone not holding back. That was when he grabbed his jacket pulling out a knife and stabbed me, straight into my throat and laughing at me strongly. "You're pathetic Lu Han, you will never find love or friends" his words cut me deeper than the knife that was preventing my breathing. Suddenly I sat up, it was just a dream. My pillow was drenched in tears my hair clinging to my milky skinned forehead from the cold sweat. I looked around, no-one. Yet his words still lingered in my head.

You're pathetic Lu Han, you will never find love or friends....

The words of this mysterious sir hurt me, more than anything. I realised it was true, I was a stereotypical antisocial gay Chinese boy...

(A/N: sorry for the short chapter, I wrote this at 5:30AM and I wasn't sure about where to go with this, now I am. Love youuuu💛🌟)