WITH YOU - haechan

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— WEAKNESS

Rinyoung yawned tiredly whilst jotting down her notes. The poor girl ran on two hours of sleep and zero breakfast as she tried her best to stay awake during her lecture. Her head throbbed from the pounding headache that was relentless to leave her alone. Heaving a sigh of pain, she tilted her head down, her body crumbling as a burning sensation enveloped her body.

He was fighting again.

One thing, Rin had learned about her soulmate was that he lived as if there was no tomorrow. He'd drink and smoke into the late hours of the night, inhaling the intoxicating chemicals of his beloved cigarettes and the bitter sweet alcohol. How could she be paired with a reckless man as him? Haechan would get into fights as if he was invincible, which maybe he was, but Rinyoung surely wasn't.

The air was knocked out of her as spots appeared in her blurry vision. Instinctively, she reached out and gripped onto the wooden edge of her table. Her cries of pain and agony disrupted the class, drawing eyes to her slouched figure.

"Ms.Im are you alright, dear?" Her professor asked worriedly, rushing up the stairs of the classroom to the row of desks.

The young girl couldn't respond as blood began to spill from her lips. Gasps and whispers broke out from the horrid sight.

"I heard she touched her soulmate."
"He's probably some lowlife."
"The press is gonna eat this up."
"She got what she deserved."
"Oh tea."
"I feel bad."

Lifting her eyelids became a struggle as fatigue washed over her. Rinyoung tried to sit up straight, yet all her consciousness ceased as her body fell limp onto the floor.

. . .

Cold water splashed on her face, causing the girl to jolt awake. She sat up in an instant, her eyes widening from the icy temperature of the substance. Her gaze hardened once seeing the culprit.

Her mother stood at the side of her bed, her arms crossed, one hand loosely holding a bowl.

"How can you make such a fool of yourself in front of everyone! Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to get a call from your school saying that you passed out in the middle of class looking like some vampire?" The older woman yelled furiously, tapping her foot against the ground with anger. "Hello? Am I talking to a damn wall? Answer me!"

"It wasn't me okay!" Rinyoung exclaimed, running her hand through her hair, untangling the damp mess.

"If it wasn't you, who was it? Because I am sure I got a call regarding you and not anyone else!"

"It was my soulmate! He's been fighting recently."

"Well he should know that you have a reputation to keep! Gosh, pick yourself up and tell him. I will not have our image go down the toilet just because you can't control your damn soulmate!" She stepped closer to her daughter, harshly grabbing ahold of her chin with her fingers. The woman tilted Rinyoung's head up, their eyes meeting as their glares hardened. "I don't want to see any articles about you looking like clown, or I will personally rip that Im surname off of your identity." She seethed, clenching her jaw in pure rage. Firmly, she discarded her face and threw the girl's head to the side, releasing her grip.

Silent tears ran down Rinyoung's face as she bore holes into the walls. She didn't dare look at her mother, knowing if she did, she wouldn't hold back.

"Wipe you tears. Crying is for the weak." The woman's heels clicked against the floors as she filed out of the room. The door slam shut after her. The noise echoed through the heavy atmosphere until it was broken by a cry of frustration.

Rinyoung couldn't stand that house any further. She threw off her covers and rushed to get changed into a fitting outfit. Wearing dark skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, she pushed herself out of her window and snuck out.

Venturing to the place, she could only think of.