Wake Up - Luwoo (NCT ff)

1 - Unaware

I felt tired. Very tired.

Someone told me to wake up, who was it?

It cannot be my dad because, this isn't even my house.

Wait, what happened? Why am I here, laying down on a bed that isn't mine?

"You're finally awake, Yukhei."

Wait a second.

I know that guy.

It's Doyoung, my best friend.

"W-What am I doing here?"
"The police has come to your house and arrested your father."
"H-huh?"
"Yukhei, you don't want to know how sad I felt after they brought you here and told me, that. That, that has been happening to you."

True, I never told him that. But how did the police find out?

"I know what you're thinking, Yukhei. A boy has seen everything that happened last night, the police said."
"E-everything?"

He looked at my scars that were made during that night.

"Everything."
"B-but what boy?"
"He has been keeping an eye on you for a while, according to the police. He couldn't take it anymore and informed them."

W-what? Why would someone do that for me? Why would somebody even think about me?

Why would anyone care about me?

"Don't worry, Yukhei, you're safe now." Doyoung said.

He hugged me tight.

After that I slept. I slept very many hours. I was exhausted, my body was aching.

Sometimes I woke up for a few minutes, Doyoung would just be studying, or watching me since he's worried, very worried about me.

Such a good student.

Exams are soon. I really want to study, I really do. I could never, when I was at home. Because of that.

That, appeared in my dreams. Today, 2 days ago, 3 days ago, 4 days ago, 5 days ago, 6 days ago, 7 days ago.

Only yesterday it didn't.

I dreamed about something, something else than usual. I can't remember though.

"Yukhei? Are you gonna eat with me?"

Doyoung asked, with a soft tone.

"Y-yes." I told him while I woke up.

I went downstairs, and took a seat.

"Where are your parents, Doyoung?"
"They're on a business trip."
"Ah, I see"

I ate my food while looking very hungry, which I was. I felt like I haven't eaten anything for days.
That wasn't something unusual though, since my family was poor. Some days I just didn't get any food at all. I've gotten used to that luckily.

When I was finished, Doyoung suggested that we should study. And we did, it felt very good educating myself.

We didn't do much stuff after that, it was getting late and Doyoung went to sleep.

But my heart was aching, and I couldn't. Something had to reduce the pain. I swallowed and painted one of the knives from Doyoung's kitchen red, finally being able to sleep again, not knowing the next day would be against me.