nepenthe | yuwin

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save.
[sāv]
verb

keep safe or rescue (someone or something) from harm or danger.

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ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ᴠᴏᴛᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ :*
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yuta woke up in an unfamiliar room remembering it was sicheng's.

he sat up, fixing himself and the same goes to bed.

holding the doorknob he smiled to himself remembering the cute thing that happened earlier.

as he stepped outside he saw sicheng doing something.

"oh, you're awake. sit down" sicheng said quietly as he placed the food on the table and sat on his own, making the japanese do the same.

"you did this?" yuta asked as he squinted his eyes and observe the food on the table.

sicheng shook his head, "i ordered these, i have poor cooking skills" he chuckled.

"how much-" yuta was shushed of by the chinese saying "no it's okay, think of this as a treat because of what you did earlier at school"

yuta could only nod.

"if you don't mind asking," yuta started that made sicheng look at him
"why do they bother you?"

"i was an exchange student too and transferred 3 years ago..." sicheng trailed off reminiscing his past as his body starts shaking, tears threatening to go down, making yuta panic.

"shhh, no it's okay you don't need to tell me, it's okay" yuta muttered as he moved his chair beside sicheng's, caressing his back as he draw circles repeatedly. cursing himself for being insensitive.

sicheng forced a smile, looking at yuta and convincing him he's okay.

"you're really good at that" yuta said frowning at the younger.

"good at what?" sicheng asked.

"pretending" yuta said, sighing.

"aren't we all?" sicheng asked making yuta smile a bit, yeah he was right everyone hides things.

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"it's nice being with you" sicheng smiled at yuta.

5:00pm, it was time to go home and yuta was wearing a brown hoody and jeans. how? sicheng forced him to change and secretly; yuta loved it.

yuta smiled as he bid his goodbye, walking away as he wait for sicheng to go inside again.

in a short span of time, both of them had it good.

yuta wasn't sure of what he's feeling.

and sicheng was confused of his sudden self change.

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yuta waited for sicheng patiently at the school gates. why? first, he wanted to see if sicheng is okay. second, sicheng's bag is with him.

the chinese on the other hand walks to school with his sling bag on, oblivious and anxious.

yuta smiled as he see sicheng walking towards the gates.

"sicheng!" he shouted catching the attention of the younger.

the chinese approached the older with a smile plastered in his face.

"this is yours" yuta said as he showed a navy bag at sicheng, the chinese recognizing his bag in a matter of seconds.

the chinese tried to snatch his bag on yuta's grip, again losing.

"let me" yuta smiled as he carried it with his bag and wrapped his right arm on sicheng's shoulder, walking together towards their room.

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it was break time, and yuta saw sicheng's seat empty. he looked around.

where is he? why didn't he notice his disappearance? why did sicheng not call him?

yuta stood up, realizing he was now alone in their classroom.

he ran, his instincts telling him he might be at the library, but to no avail sicheng wasn't there.

yuta walked outside seeing his classmates sniggering about something. he felt something bad happening, and he hope it wasn't true.

"yah aren't we going to be screwed?" he heard one of his classmate said, "no, trust me. let's leave him there" another one answered and they burst into laughter.

yuta knew it was sicheng they talked about and as much as he wanted to punch those guys in the faces he still need to look for sicheng asap.

he ran to the bathroom, seeing it was locked but yuta was able to open it still.

"sicheng?! sicheng?!" yuta shouted opening cubicles from time to time.

he heard sniffs and soft whimpers, making him panic.

he saw the last cubicle, stuck infront of the door was unused chairs that they made as a barrier.

it was hard to remove it, but maybe adrenaline rush was taking over yuta and he was able to remove those in just a matter of seconds. despite the wound on his palm, he used all his power to open the knob.

"sicheng hang in there" he said as he opened it, seeing the frail chinese guy with his eyes close, bruise and tears, his arms scratched and was shaking.

yuta approached sicheng and laid him gently in his arms.

"shhhh, it's me it's me" yuta said as he caressed sicheng.

"y-yuta?" sicheng opened his eyes, smiling as he saw his savior.

"hmm, let's get you treated shall we?" yuta said, carrying the younger in a bridal style.

sicheng couldn't protest with his aching body, instead he just let yuta be. maybe because he felt safe.

the students on the other hand whispered and whispered as they saw them.

yuta didn't care, he just wanted sicheng to be healed as fast as possible, he believed the younger's pain was also his to carry.

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ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ʳ ᶠᵃˢᵗ ᵐⁱᵃⁿ

to be continued...