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Preference•He Finds Out You Self-Harm (Noen)

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Noen
"This is really funny," Noen says, looking over at me. We are sitting on the couch in my apartment watching a movie while he is on live.
"Mhm," I mumble in response, stretching out my arms.
"Babe, you can't fall asleep yet." He starts poking me in the arm. I'm not his girlfriend, but he always calls me babe, and it makes me laugh.
"I'm not. I was just stretching." I hit his hand away from me.
We keep watching the movie and talking to his live stream. I eventually pull off my hoodie because it's getting warm.
"These comments are going crazy," Noen mumbles, pulling his phone closer to read them all. I see him looking confused before he looks over at me. His eyes grow wide all of a sudden, and he shuts the live off.
"What's wrong?" I ask. He sits there for a while, looking at his dark phone screen and not saying anything.
"Let me see your arms," he whispers, turning to me.
"Why?" I ask nervously. No no no no this can not be happening.
"Babe," he says sternly, and when I don't show him my arms, he grabs them and pulls them towards him. He looks at them for a while, not saying anything or moving at all. But finally, he lets out a breath, then releases my arms to run his hands through his hair. I sit on the couch and stare at him, waiting for a response.
   "Are you okay, Noen?" I whisper after a few minutes.
   He shakes his head, wiping at his eyes. "No. No," he whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks when he finally looks back over at me. "How could you do this to yourself? What's happening that I don't know about? What's going on? I don't-I don't understand." He's sobbing so hard that by the end, he's gasping for breath. "Why? Why are you cutting yourself?"
   "I'm sorry, Noen. I'm sorry," I whisper, holding his hands in mine. He pulls me forward and hugs me tightly against his chest.
"But babe, why are you cutting yourself? Why?" he whispers into my ear as he smoothed my hair down roughly, like he needs something to do.
"I just see hate online, or my parents call me to yell at me about how I'm such a disappointment to my family, or just fake fans at meet and greets. I just get all this hate, these negative comments, and then I'll have these panic attacks and I'd start cutting myself, and I don't even realize I'm doing it until blood is already dripping on the floor." I hug him tighter. "I just want to get rid of the pain, Noen. Please don't be mad at me. Please."
   "I'm not mad, babe. I'm not mad. But you know you have to quit. I don't want to see you doing this to yourself." He pulls away enough to look at me. "Babe, we can find something else to get rid of it, whatever makes you want to cut. Something healthier. You could just talk to one of us boys or break something or draw or, heck, if you felt like you needed to cut some skin bad enough, you can cut on my wrist. Just not on yourself." He's sobbing. Noen is absolutely sobbing. "You just can't do this to yourself anymore, babe. I can't lose you. You mean so much to me."
   I pull him back into our hug. "Noen, I'll find something else, okay? I won't cut on your wrist, though. I'm not going to do that to you."
   "Okay. Okay," he whispers. "Gosh, I love you."
   I look up at him. "What?"
   He starts laughing through his sobs. "I'm in love with my best friend. Isn't that great?"
   I start to laugh, too. "Noen..."
   "No. I'm serious." He puts both hands on the sides of my face so that I'm looking at him. "I love you."
   "I-I love you, too," I whisper back to him with a smile. I guess him realizing it made me realize it, too. "I love you, Noen."
   He smiles at me, then leans down and kisses my lips quickly. It's short, but still amazing. I end up curled in a ball on his lap after that, and we're both asleep soon.