Xion • ONEUS, ONEWE x Reader

03

"Good morning, ma'am!" the students greeted Ms. Yoo and she greeted them back with a small smile. She gestured them to take their seats and she placed the books that she's holding on top of her desk.

"Yes, it's a good morning but it's not to everyone of us." she sighed. "As what we all heard yesterday, your classmate, Son Dongju committed suicide. So please, if anyone of you are having a lot of problems in life, don't keep it all to yourself. You have to let them out, find someone to talk to who can listen and understand you. In that case, you won't have to take it too far to killing yourself. Are we all clear?"

The whole class mumbled some "yes" but Y/n can see how insincere they were. They really don't care about Dongju. Why are they like this? Why are they so selfish? Ms. Yoo sighed before clearing her throat, "Alright. Bring out your notebooks and start answering these." she said and started writing on the blackboard using the chalk on her hand.

Y/n watched the teacher write the questions and equations. She can read them but she's not concentrated enough to think of the answers. The more that she witnessed how people didn't spare an attention and care to Dongju, the more that she wanted to make them say sorry and apologize to him sincerely.

It hurts her just seeing how people were careless about him. He's a human too like them but why... why are they like this to him? Seoho noticed how her right hand that was holding her ballpen were shaking slightly.

"Y/n?" she looked at where that voice came from and saw Seoho who's seating next to her. He's already staring at her, worried as usual. "Are you okay? You don't look so well." he placed the top of his hand on her forehead and lightly gasped.

"Y/n, you're burning..." he whispered, now, holding both of her cheeks. "Oh my gosh— excuse me, ma'am!" he called Ms. Yoo and Y/n was about to tell him that she's fine but he just won't let her.

"Yes? Is there something wrong?" Ms. Yoo approached the duo and some of their classmates were looking at them.

"Y/n's not feeling well. Can you please excuse us?"

"But, Seoho—"

"Oh, okay. Go take her to the clinic."

"Thank you, ma'am." her best friend didn't waste anymore time and took her hand with him to guide her walk to the said place.

The students in that room watched them leave through the door and was curiously wondering what was wrong with Y/n. Take a look at the difference of how people only cared when something happened to someone who's not Dongju.

Once again, why are they like this to Dongju?

•~•~•

Seoho sat on the chair, next to the bed where Y/n was laying down on. After the school nurse did a check up on her and gave her some medicine, she told her to take some rest and she'll feel better soon.

He just found out that she got sick because of her, getting soaked by the rain yesterday. He shouldn't have left her alone until he's sure she went home safely but he also had to help his mother. Of course, family still comes first.

After the talk they had yesterday, they both ate dinner that she cooked and he sang her to sleep. It has been already a habit for the both of them. Besides, Y/n likes him singing for her. She said, he really have a good voice.

She once told him to try going into an audition in one of the talent agencies and he might get accepted. She's always seen him like her big brother and praises him like he's her true idol. He wanted to give it a try soon but he always would think that he's not good enough to be an idol that Y/n wanted him to be.

He knew that Y/n isn't forcing him to do this and told him to follow his dreams but his main dream seemed too impossible to reach.

He looked at his best friend and patted her head softly to not wake her up. She looked so innocent and peaceful in her sleep. She's his angel, his princess that he wanted to protect from any harm. He just couldn't risk her to be gone.

"Sleep well, Y/n..." he whispered and reached down to kiss her forehead. He immediately stood back straight when he heard a crashing sound. He looked around to where it came from and saw the glasses of the windows behind him, cracked. A few pieces of glasses fell on the ground.

He looked back at Y/n to check if she woke up but gladly, no. He sighed in relief before turning his attention behind him.

The thin, white curtains were being blown by the strong, cold wind as if there's a heavy rain coming after. What made him curious was of how did the glasses of the windows got cracked off? It could be the wind?— that's bullshit.

He took a few steps forwards to take a closer look at the cracked glasses of the window and his heartbeat started to race. The cracks formed his name on the window as if they were written normally.

How did this happen? Who did this?

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