Despicable! • JUNHAO

PART EIGHTEEN.

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Its been 4 months since the snow began to fall.

Since the holidays swept by.

Since I've seen Minghao.

The late January snow lays half melted under my boots as I change into my school shoes.

"Wait up, Chink!" My friend Soonyoung calls from behind me, and I'm able to recognize his voice instantly.

Before I could turn his arm is already slinging around me, and we walk down the stairs together.

"Going to class?" I ask, opening the door out of the dorms for us.

"Nah, gonna meet up with Dokyeom, Hansol and Seungkwan.."

The way he trails off makes me shake my head, knowing what he's gonna say.

"Please come! Pretty please! You haven't come in days!" He whines.

"Yah, because I'm studying!" I groan, turning back to the form building then looking at my car.

"Ugh, let's go!"

—

I'm trying to recover.

Back with Minghao, I felt the tint hiding my true soul slowly erode away, revealing who I am inside.

I felt myself change. Evolve.

I'm still stuck. I'm just trying to be able to live truly to myself while keeping the things I loved about my old life, including light heartedly hanging out with friends, school, and the little things intact.

But you can't get everything you want.

Me and Soonyoung pull up to Yeonggam's Tavern, which we've gone to at least three times a week.

Walking inside, the dim lighting eases my eyes and I see Seungkwan enthusiastically waving at me.

Meeting with them, we giggle as they boys finish their conversation.

I smile to myself.

"Guys," I say softly, all immediately looking at me.

"Thank you. For not being scared of me. For giving me a new life." I smile.

2 days earlier

I dropped my pen as a young boy walks down the aisle, his side bumping my arm and the utensil onto the ground.

I look up, before reaching down to grab it, but the boy was already on the ground.

"Oh my god, Wen Junhui, I'm so sorry! I won't ever touch you again!"

He placed the pen back on my desk with both hands and scurried back to his desk.

They're all scared of me.

Remembering all those months ago, Minghao and I were kings of the school.

But after he disappeared, the first few weeks were hectic.

Some people finally began to talk to me, others stayed further than ever. Of course, I was going through changes then too. It was so sudden.

But how I felt then doesn't matter.

I will become better.

No matter how much I love him.

I shake my head, snapping my head out of the clouds. He did this to me.

Everyone's terrified for one reason.

It comes in waves. But sometimes, just sometimes, the smallest things will appear, or happen.

People have had their dorms trashed after talking to me, their belongings stolen or ripped to shreds.

My seat neighbors come to class with purple faces, requesting to change seats, never to look at me again.

Talking to me only comes with pain— the only who seem safe are the friends I'm with now— and I can't exactly figure out why.

When one looks at me now, they only see his shadow behind me.

None doubt it anymore.

We've all seen the signs.

No matter how much we all want to forget..

He's still lurking.

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