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Chisoo sat in the window seat of her school's library, watching the rain fall into the parking lot. She looked at all of the cars parked closely to each other, and she involuntarily got chills, lost any appetite she had. She fumbled with the key around her neck, a habit she had developed.

She couldn't take this much longer.

She put her head in her hands and sighed. She was giving up.

"I always thought the rain was pretty."

Chisoo looked up at Hayoon, who was watching the rain fall as well. "I bet you would."

She got up and shoulder checked him on her way to the exit, leaving him in silence. Sangyeon and Haknyeon, who had been watching, looked at each other after the encounter took place.

"They definitely have some sort of history," Sangyeon whispered, but Haknyeon already knew that much. Anyone could tell just by the way they interacted. "I wonder what happened."

Haknyeon nodded in agreement. Sangyeon's curiosity was starting to rub off on him.

"Do you have a crush on her or something?"

"What?" Sangyeon flinched back with a scoff. "I'm just very curious."

Haknyeon hummed as they finally left the library. Sangyeon didn't have a crush on her, yet. But he would become so indulged in her that his curiosity would become more than a crush.

Chisoo laid in her bed and listened to Haknyeon and his friends laugh downstairs. She smiled to herself, remembering what friendship felt like. She pushed everyone away on purpose after the accident.

She was friendly and kind, she had plenty of friends, she had a boyfriend who she thought loved her - and then chaos happened. She was no longer friendly and kind, all of her friends avoided her like she was their biggest fear, and her boyfriend was no longer so loving.

But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything at all anymore.

She was suddenly hot, despite it being cold in her bedroom. She slung her hoodie off and put on a fitted black, v-neck tank top. The material was cool on her skin and it revealed the simple tattoo on the back of her bicep, the one she dedicated to her family.

She looked at the scar on her neck and felt sick to her stomach. She hated being reminded of what happened, but it was all she thought about, twenty-four hours of every single day.

Would she ever heal? Would time actually do its job?

The boys downstairs screamed happily, and Chisoo was tired of being stuck in her room. She quietly opened her bedroom door and sat at the top of the stairs, mostly out of sight to them, but she could see what they were doing.

She looked to see who all was in the living room, and she spotted Sangyeon. Haknyeon and Sangyeon were friends. She wondered why he avoided the question when she asked him.

She saw Younghoon, someone she was friends with before the incident - yet she pushed him away. She wondered if she could ever be friends with him again.

And she saw one more person, who she couldn't quite recognize. They had dark red hair, and she didn't know any of Hak's friends that had dark red hair.

The video game the boys were playing came to a close as Younghoon won the round. Haknyeon glanced up at the stairs as he passed the controller to someone, but paid no mind. Yet she caught a look in his eyes that made her uneasy.

She forgot about the look as her stomach growled. She needed to eat before something made her lose her appetite.

She stood up and creeped down the stairs. She made no noise and thought she could go unseen, but of course the universe had other plans for her.

Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She barely had any time to realize who it was as he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close, close enough to where his lips were ghosting hers. Their lips touched for a millisecond before she pushed Hayoon back and put some distance between them. He now had red hair, she would remember that.

Everyone saw it - Sangyeon, Haknyeon, Younghoon.

"Are you out of your mind?" Chisoo snapped.

"I didn't know you were here," Hayoon said as he flattened his lips. "I saw you and didn't know what else to do."

"Trying to kiss me shouldn't even be on the list of things to do," she paused for a moment. "Maybe apologizing should be at the top of that list."

Haknyeon stood in front of her and grabbed Hayoon's wrist. He took him to the door and saw him out, shutting it in his face without a single word.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She questioned Haknyeon as she put pressure on her ribcage, trying to stop the pain that was shooting through her body.

"You didn't want anyone to know you were here. I didn't have a good enough excuse to ask him to leave, Chisoo," he explained. "Go take some medicine and rest. Your ribs will never heal if you don't take care of them."

She nodded quietly and turned to go to the kitchen, but she caught eyes with Sangyeon. This time, he looked away first, because he couldn't look at her without feeling guilty. Whatever she went through with Hayoon was beyond him, but he made it worse by bringing him along.

Moments later, Chisoo came back out of the kitchen and went straight up to her room. She looked angry, tired, betrayed almost.

Sangyeon sat back and shut his eyes. "You should've said something to me."

"I couldn't," Haknyeon replied quietly. "Chisoo has her reasons and I won't cross those boundaries."

Younghoon stood up and headed for the stairs, adding, "Nobody should ever feel the need to cross her boundaries."

He continued upstairs, until he was facing her door. He knocked gently and he opened the door as soon as Chisoo told him he could.

"Hey," he smiled. "You okay?"

Younghoon speaking to her was enough to make her eyes water a little bit. Was she too emotional now?

"I could be better, honestly," she mumbled. "I missed you. I'm sorry for pushing you away the way I did."

"Don't be sorry, Chisoo."

He sat next to her, as she had moved over to give him some room, and she laid her head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to forgive me, you know," she mumbled, slinging her arm over his waist. She needed warmth, and he was supplying plenty. "I shouldn't have pushed my closest friend away."

"But you were going through something terrible and you coped the best way you deemed fit," he whispered. "I can't be mad at you for wanting space."

Her grip became tighter around him, as did his around her. "Thank you, Younghoon. For everything."

"Of course."

The room fell silent, but comfortably silent. Chisoo allowed herself deep breaths as she breathed in sync with Younghoon.

"You should pick it back up, you know?"

Her eyes opened. "Pick what up?"

"The guitar," he said, and her eyes landed on the case that hadn't been touched after the wreck. "You're good at it."

"I don't really see the point," she shifted, sadness lacing her voice. "What's the point in being good at something when my talent will die with me anyway?"

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