trigger warning! scars / mentions of self-harm

3 r d p e r s o n s v i e w

weijung woke up quite late today, she only had a couple of minutes to get ready and head out. she walked out the room, not really in the mood for anything. "ahh, why does my head hurt again." weijung mumbled as she walked down the stairs for their dorm. they had an elevator, but she knew stairs were faster.

she ran to the building, entering her classroom. she bit her bottom lip as she saw chenle busy doing his sketches again. weijung gulped, how can i avoid them if one of them sits next to me?

weijung sighed and just walked to her seat. she sat down, praying that chenle hasn't noticed her.

well, she thought wrong. chenle secretly stole a glance at the girl. "you do know that we are your friends, you can trust us. you can trust me." chenle suddenly said which made weijung flabbergasted.

"what are you talking about?" weijung mumbled, furrowing her brows.

"you can always tell us—we will be here to listen. i'll be here to listen." chenle was desperate. at first, weijung was the one who kept convincing chenle, now it's chenle convincing her. "please don't talk to me, chenle. i'm not in the mood." weijung told him.

chenle was about to talk when the bell rung and the teacher came into their class. he sighed, you can do this, chenle. just make her happy again.

hours passed and it was already lunch time. students were dashing out the classroom. meanwhile, jeno was about to walk towards weijung when he got pulled outside the classroom. "wha—nayoung? what's your problem?" jeno scrunched his face. nayoung shook her head, "let chenle talk to her– chenle seems to be fairly close with her."

"actually i'm the most close here." jisung raised his hand.

"no, it's me." haechan squinted his eyes.

"y'all just shut up and let chenle do his job. now let's go! i'm hungry." heeyeon grumbled and started to push them.

back inside the classroom was a whole different story. "do you.. at least want to talk about it?" chenle softly asked her. weijung furrowed her brows, she really doesn't get his point. "why do you care? just leave me alone, okay? i'd rather not tell." weijung stated and stood up. she was about to leave when chenle grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. weijung bumped onto his chest making her look down, flustered.

chenle was starting to get serious. chenle looked at her, sighing before pulling her into a hug. "you can trust me, i promise not to tell anyone." chenle muttered. weijung sighed, "okay fine, just not here." chenle grinned and pulled her to their favorite spot– the rooftop.

the two sat down as chenle waited for her to finally open up.

FLASHBACK. 2011

xing weijung was just a ten year old girl who was new to korea. they had to move to korea since her parents were opening up a new business again. her parents had enrolled her to this school in her town. her first day there seemed quite normal, but after a few days of finally knowing her. people started trying to be close to her. why? because of her fame. weijung's parents own a top company which is known everywhere.

weijung was pretty dense at that time and was quite lonely. she had to leave her grandfather back at china, he was the only one she could freely talk to. not until she met her.

who's this her i'm talking about? it's none other than nam eunji.

nam eunji was that cute girl that was quite friendly to anyone in particular, but no one knew the dark side of her. she acted all friendly towards weijung, weijung considered eunji as a great friend of hers. weijung smiled at the memories she made with eunji, she thought she finally found a real friend.

but that all changed. weijung was starting to question eunji's change of attitude. the way she sound was just.. bitchy. eunji kept asking weijung for new clothes as eunji kept bragging about it to her classmates yet weijung was too dense to notice, she thought this was just what friends are for.

a year passed, weijung and eunji joined a news club type of thing in their school. they both became official members. that was when eunji wrote an article about herself—no, it wasn't some article saying she's all about praising herself, instead she wrote the opposite. she was saying bad things about herself. and that's when she published the article, under the name xing weijung.

the next day, everyone looked at weijung with dirty eyes. they were disgusted. eunji who was happily watching the scene decided to step in. she faked a cry and threw a piece of paper in front of weijung. weijung furrowed her brows and picked it up, she was shocked to see that.

"but, i didn't do this." weijung said.

the crowd of students were obviously not believing her and was starting to tell that she was fake and all. she couldn't stand being called so. that was when weijung realized that she was just being used. weijung looked at her ex-bestfriend with hatred in her eyes. she couldn't believe that eunji had the guts to do that to her.

weijung walked out as eunji smirked, following her. that's when the two fought. "me? befriending a weirdo like you? i get it, you're rich and you're quite pretty—but who would like to be friends with a girl who can't even speak full korean." eunji spat. "you think you're oh so cool because of your fame? no you're not. get lost, loser. you don't belong with any of us. keep those trashy artworks to yourself." eunji threw pieces of shredded paper.

those were pieces of the artworks that weijung created, drew and all that for eunji.

weijung never felt so betrayed in her life. eunji was the girl who thought her that not everyone is a good person. sometimes, the good ones are being pushed back by those rude ones.

weijung leaved the town, she got enrolled to a new school. few months later, her mom died from a plane crash. weijung was more heartbroken than usual. she suffered deeply into depression that was eating her alive already.

she couldn't do things properly. the plane crash wasn't even an accident—it was planned. for starters, it was a private jet. the plane had landed on a shore, safely yet her mom was murdered.

after months of trying to solve her mom's case, the police gave up but weijung didn't. she quit art and the next semester did technology. she did everything by heart, just for her mom. she tried solving the cases, she just hasn't found who was the one who killed her mom, but she had a feeling she knew.

suffering from depression, weijung did all her best to prevent on hurting herself but she couldn't help it. weijung was a nice person, she'd help anyone—she'd hurt herself just for someone that's special to her.

and that's how she said that nam eunji isn't gonna be the cause of her death, but the cause of her change.

"you've experienced a lot." chenle mumbled and grabbed her hand. he rolled up her sleeves and saw the marks. "please– don't hurt yourself." chenle told her and he ran his fingers onto her scars. it pains me seeing you hurt. chenle thought.

chenle looked at weijung and gave her an assuring smile, "i'll always be here to listen to whatever you have to say, okay? trust me, i'll always be here for you." chenle said, unconsciously holding her hand.

"hmm, why aren't you using your chinese last name?" chenle curiously asked. "well, my mom was korean and i wanted to use her last name.. but i do still use xing." weijung told him.

"xing weijung is cute, we can be a cute chinese buddies." more like couple.

zhong chenle, snap out of it!

chenle thought of ways to ignore what he said so he just brought up about nam eunji instead. "i– well– we went to the same thing." chenle looked down. "what do you mean by that?" weijung tilted her head.

"eunji, she played with all of us." chenle stated. "i'll tell it to you, maybe tomorrow? or later– oh wait.. you don't want to attend later." chenle sadly mumbled.

weijung looked at chenle, "i really want to but i just can't. at least not yet, lele." she squeezed chenle's hand which made him all flustered as blood rush to his cheeks.

she's driving me crazy.

"smile more okay? for me?" chenle told her and placed both his thumb on the corner of her lips as he lifted it to form a smile. "you look more prettier when smiling." chenle said. that's why i fell for you.

chenle shook his head at his thoughts. chenle, what the heck are you thinking.

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