nepenthe | yuwin

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trau·ma.
[ˈtroumə, ˈtrômə]
noun

a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.

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i've been stressed like a lot and this book is like a comfort zone. im still working on my subplots and im sorry for the delay. love lots!

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everyone feels sad and everyone feels empty at times. literally everyone is messed up, and sicheng who was inside his house was thankful because someone stayed even if he was a mess.

the clingy japanese boy who was waiting outside his house stayed with him even in his sad nights.

yuta stood in sicheng's doorstep, holding onto the strap of his bag as he bit his lower lip.

sicheng got home safely yesterday and they seem okay; both of them.

there's something wrong, but nobody dared pinpoint what that wrong thing was.

the door creaked and yuta smiled as sicheng —who was in his usual attire— went out

"let's go?" yuta asked holding sicheng's hand. the latter nodded and smiled softly.

they shared silence until arriving the school premises. the almost empty halls welcoming them and the cold breeze of morning.

it was still early in the morning when they both arrived their classroom— which is empty — and sat on their seats.

being early was their thing, let's give them that.

"are you okay?" yuta asked making sicheng look at him, giving a reassuring smile and nodded.

they both know they weren't. lying when asking each other's well being is a game they both played well. but they knew they'd be okay, maybe not now nor soon but they'll get there.

time passed and students filled in the room. class started and the daily usual school routine began.

sicheng was silent and it was a gloomy silence. every time sicheng heaved a sigh, it feels as if he possesed every problems that ever existed in the world and yuta could only be with him and just be there.

—

whatever it may be— nothing, almost nothing could break them apart. its a bond, a strong bond no one could be in.

they sat under the shade of the tree, with sicheng lying. a book in his face.

"sicheng" yuta murmured, making the latter sit straight.

"hmm?"

"i love you" yuta chuckled.

sicheng pinched his cheek and smiled.

"i love you too, stupid"

"it's been three days since we've been together"

"we're together like since you entered this school"

"no, i mean us, as couple" yuta snickered making sicheng turn a tint of red.

"i still can't believe, i mean we grew close but you with me? that's like a dream come true" yuta continued, looking mesmerized with what he was saying.

cliché, love can make you crazy and cliché.

sicheng smiled, kissing him in the cheek.

yuta's eyes widen, looking at sicheng who was grinning.

"another kiss?" yuta said, pouting.

sicheng laughed and pushed him lightly.

everything was okay, at that moment everything was.

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afternoon class was a thing despised by most. afternoons are supposed to be sleep, coffees or talks and not head aches and lessons about basic english and remedial korean classes for international students.

yeah, remedial.

its not that yuta or sicheng is bad at korean they're just not used yet. (excuses, excuses)

and as they yawned for the nth time. their teacher, jungwoo. still talking about subject markers and homophones.

a sound reverberated in the room, making everyone sit up straight.

it was their teacher's phone.

jungwoo smiled, his usual softness with him.

"sorry, i forgot someone would be joining you today" he softly said, turning off his phone.

their teacher went out, leaving yuta and sicheng and 5 other nonkorean students.

jungwoo walked back in, his usual smile plastered in his face.

"welcome your new classmate that would join you from now on—" he cheered "—student, come here introduce yourself"

a chinky boy walked inside. a soft smile plastered in his face, a kind impression.

sicheng stopped and yuta felt different. as if the aura the guy eminates was triggering.

"hi, i'm qian kun" he said making jungwoo and everyone else smile. he sat infront and got to talk with lucas, the talkative mate they had in class.

sicheng bit his lip. it was hard enough for him to taste a metal thing in his mouth.

he tugged his nails, trying to keep himself calm.

but tears didnt dare stop brimming in his face. sicheng heard voices, again. but then he did the most logical thing to do at that moment.

he stood up, running out the classroom, yuta following him, only to leave their teacher shocked and their classmates in disbelief.

sicheng chased his breath. his heart feeling a pang of pain. him only to reminisce what happened in the past.

he cried and ran away, and yuta was there following him.

a/n
oMG LOL SORRY??? MY PHONE LEGIT GOT DED (like goners and wrecked) SO SORRY AAAAAAA. AND DID U SEE NCT U COMING HOME? LEGIT BOP SKRRRRRT

to be continued...