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tw: mention of slight gore and trauma.
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Hayoon sat in front of his therapist, anxiously playing with the bracelets on his wrist. He had just been released from the hospital - he was sore. "I think she's mentally ill."

"Chisoo?"

"No," the boy shook his head. "Dajung."

"That's quite a thing to say as soon as you finally open up." She stated.

"She pushed Chisoo into the road, in front of a moving car." He confessed, looking over at her with what she would describe as guilty eyes.

"Did you help her?"

Hayoon shook his head. "I didn't know what to do. Her brother helped her," and at the look on her face, he reiterated, "her adoptive brother."

His therapist slowly nodded her head. "Did you reach out to her after that? Or vice versa?"

"I called her when my appendix bursted and asked her to stay with me," he closed his eyes in embarrassment, understanding how selfish it was when it came out of his mouth. "And she obviously told me no."

"And how are you doing physically?"

"Okay, I guess." He shrugged.

"Let's move on for a moment," she tapped her pen against her folder, seeing that Hayoon was losing focus. "What else has Dajung done?"

"She accused Chisoo of slaughtering her family."

The room fell silent for a moment.

"And how was that handled?"

"Chisoo shut it down to the best of her ability," Hayoon rubbed his eyes, frustration starting to bubble. "But Dajung doesn't know when to stop - isn't this supposed to be about me?"

His therapist took a breath, understanding that he wanted the subject changed. "What has been bothering you, Hayoon?"

"The fact that I can't go back in time and go to the hospital that night. I didn't go because I was scared of seeing her all mangled, and now I wish I would've shown her that I was so crazily in love with her, because now I see that scar on her neck and I want to kiss it better," he was choking up at the thought of his love being done with him. "Now she doesn't even want me near her."

"Talk to her, Hayoon. Keep it calm and civil," she said, a sense of demand in her tone. "Or try your hardest to move on without closure."

Hayoon finally cried for the first time since Chisoo told him she was on the brink of death.

And it was just as painful as it was four months ago, yet he felt wrong for feeling broken.

Sangyeon and Chisoo awkwardly sat across from each other, the studio quiet as her guitar lay upon her lap. It was fairly early, and Sangyeon wasn't sure how to break the nearly tangible silence that loomed over the two of them.

He was starting to regret waking up as she opened the front door. He was starting to regret asking to join her. And the awkward atmosphere making his muscles tense suddenly dissipated as Chisoo cleared her throat.

"Are you cold?"

Only then did he notice he was shaking. "A little."

She nodded and got up to turn the thermostat up. "I like to think it's so cold in here because he's in here somewhere."

"Watching over you," Sangyeon mumbled. "It's a sweet thought."

"What's you favorite song?"

""Dali, Van, Picasso"," he said, watching as she finally set her guitar up. "For?"

She ignored him. "I know it. Remind me of the melody."

Sangyeon relaxed into the back of the couch and thought about the jazz-like song. He found the pitch and quickly hummed a quiet melody to her, and somehow - Sangyeon wasn't sure how - she reinterpreted his reminder into her version of the instrumental.

The rock tones of her fender were surprisingly calming. The tune wasn't too loud or too quiet. It was just right, just like everything she did managed to be just right.

He was captivated by something he didn't know he could be captivated by. Maybe it was just because she was playing, and that was already enough for him.

Suddenly the song switched, and he finally realized that she had started playing "COSMOS" by ONEWE. He could hear her singing under her breath, and wanting to hear her a little more, he went along with her.

Their two voice tones were a force to be reckoned with. The studio filled with Sangyeon's vocals and Chisoo's lower toned, rap-oriented parts. It was surprisingly relieving for Chisoo. She was doing something she loved with someone that she enjoyed being around. It wasn't only that, but he enhanced the experience, because he seemed to know what he was doing. She admired that.

The last note of the song rung out, and Chisoo broke out into a genuine smile. "Your voice is really pretty, Sangyeon."

"Mine?" He chuckled shyly. "I think it's better with yours."

She laughed underneath her breath and looked at him. "Do you like singing?"

"It's what I've always wanted to do."

"That's nice," she nodded. "Chiwon was always more of the singer, producer type. If we ever made any music for fun, he would always make me rap and I hated it so much at first," she laughed at the memory. "Then I got older and realized it was because I have a raspier, deeper voice."

"I like your voice. I've always thought it was unique, very fitting." He complimented.

Something about Sangyeon in that moment made her feel so secure, so protected, so understood. She looked down at her feet, a small smile still lingering on her features.

"I've noticed that you look at my scar sometimes," she mentioned. "And I know you want to ask about it."

The boy nervously bit at his lip. "I do, but I'm terrified of overstepping again."

"The impact of the other car shattered my windshield and the biggest piece of glass sliced this part of my neck open," her hand lingered over the left side of her neck, underneath her jaw. "Doctors said it was a miracle I didn't die but I never really believed in those anyway."

"What did they do? Stitch it up?"

"Emergency surgery to stop the bleeding," she sighed. "Made the scarring ten times worse, I'm sure."

Sangyeon's eyes fell to her neck. "I know it won't make a difference but I've always thought it was beautiful."

"This one too?" She stood up and lifted her shirt to display the scar on her ribcage. He remembered watching her take medicine to ease the pain. "My car flipped and the momentum broke my ribs. Another emergency surgery in the same night."

He nodded, answering her question. "That one too."

He got up and stood in front of her, his hand lingering over the scar, as if asking permission. She looked up at him and nodded, so he gently grazed his hand across the scar. It startled him how well he could feel the girls ribs, but that was a topic for another day.

"They're ugly, Sangyeon," she whispered. "You can say that, you know?"

He looked away from her scar and at her. "But then I would be lying."

She didn't know how to respond - no one had ever told her that before. She couldn't hold back the shy laugh that was caught in her throat, which ultimately made Sangyeon chuckle.

His hand moved up to the one on her neck and he was sure to be extra gentle. In any other situation, this would have been considered weird. But with them, it was comforting for both of them. Sangyeon was getting his second chance to be close to Chisoo, and Chisoo was getting the reassurance she had been craving.

Chisoo watched him kiss his thumb and tilted her head in curiosity, but he gently pressed it to her scar. "If you didn't believe me when I said I thought they were beautiful."

"I believed you, but that was the cherry on the top," she told him. "Are you flirting with me, Sangyeon?"

His cheeks went pink. "Maybe, but you also deserve to be told these things."

And Sangyeon got to kiss her scars before Hayoon could even fathom it.

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