Wooyoung's POV

"Wooyoung, do you think you can stomach some food now," Madame Promfrey asked gently as she pulled the curtain back. I was still curled up in the same position as yesterday on the bed, just staring blankly at the curtain opposite me. San had come looking for me yesterday, I heard him. He sounded really stressed and out of breath, panicked. Madame Promfrey told him I wasn't feeling well and was laying down and he wanted to come see me but she wouldn't let him. I told her not to and thankfully she listened. I don't want him here. If he was here he would pity me, would comfort me and I don't deserve the comfort. I deserve to just sit here and rot. San sounded really sad when he left which just further proves I don't deserve that comfort. I'm a piece of shit and I'm useless, I deserve to be alone. Yeosang came later as well but he wasn't allowed in. He ended up asking if I was okay and Madame Promfrey said I was just feeling unwell. I guess it isn't technically a lie. Every time I think about what happened I want to throw up. But I don't. I've just been laying here staring at the curtain feeling numb.

"Wooyoung?"

"I'm not hungry," I said quietly.

"You need to eat Wooyoung, it's not healthy," she told me.

"I'll throw up," I replied.

"Can you at least try to eat some crackers and drink some water? If you don't at least try to get something in you, I might have to brew up a potion because I can't let you continue to not eat, it's not healthy," Madame Promfrey said.

"Fine. Just leave them on the table," I huffed.

"Ok, I've put them on the table. It's after lunch Wooyoung, please try to get up and walk a little when you have the energy," she said. I didn't reply to that and after a few seconds she sighed before drawing the curtain closed again and leaving. I rolled over and glanced at the bedside table, seeing a glass of water and a packet of plain crackers. I am a little bit thirsty but that doesn't matter. She has a point though, I shouldn't just stay in here because all I'm doing is causing her to have to worry about me. I slowly pushed myself into a seated position, hearing my bones crack at the action. My robes were all crinkled and sticky from me sleeping in them and my face still felt crusty. I stretched out my neck slightly before placing my feet on the ground and standing up. There shouldn't be many people in the halls as everyone will pretty much be at Hogsmede so I'll just go back to my dorm and lay down. I'll have some time to figure out what to do before Yunho comes back so I don't end up bothering him as well. I slipped around the curtain and glanced around to make sure Madame Promfrey wasn't around before quickly stumbling to the doorway, making sure to be quiet. I opened the door slowly and slipped out, closing it quietly as well before I started walking down the halls. It wasn't really walking, more so shuffling because my legs weren't listening to me properly.

"Wooyoung?" I blinked in and turned surprise to see two people holding hands behind me.

"Oh my god, Wooyoung." I was caught off guard as I was hit full force and arms wrapped around me tightly. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there stiffly while they squeezed me before pulling back slightly.

"You look like shit, what the hell happened," Seonghwa muttered quickly.

"Gee, thanks," I said dryly. His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek delicately. I felt emotion bubble up inside me so I quickly shied away from the touch.

"Here, let me clean your face up a bit," Hongjoong said gently as he stepped forward with a packet of wipes he had pulled from his bag. Seonghwa shuffled to the side but his arms remained wrapped around me, giving Hongjoong room. Hongjoong tried to clean my face with the wipe but I flinched away quickly.

"Hey, what's wrong, I'm not trying to hurt you," Hongjoong said softly.

"You should. I'm a useless piece of shit, I deserve to be hurt," I said, making the two of them gasp.

"What the actual fuck. Who said that," Seonghwa said angrily. Yes anger. I deserve the anger.

"Such a disappointment, I ruin anything. I deserve to be in pain every day," I muttered.

"Hwa," Hongjoong said quickly.

"Wooyoung what's going on, talk to me," Seonghwa said softly. No. No I don't deserve the comfort. I frowned and squirmed in his grasp, making him let go of me.

"Wooyoung you piece of shit, good for nothing. It's all your fault, always your fault," I said quietly, shaking my head. Arms were wrapped around me and I was tugged back into Seonghwa's embrace.

"Stop it. Go away. Don't deserve the comfo-."

"Yes you do my precious little fox, you always do," Seonghwa cut me off quickly. Precious? Little Fox?

"Give me a hug precious, come on," Seonghwa coaxed gently. I still didn't deserve the comfort but I felt myself moving and I turned in Seonghwa's embrace, lifting my arms to wrap around his waist weakly.

"Good job little one, so good. You're not a disappointment, nor do you ruin anything. Who has been telling you these lies darling," Seonghwa asked.

"They aren't lies," I replied shaking my head.

"Of course they are. All of them are lies, you shouldn't trust whoever tells you that," Hongjoong said and I felt him start running his fingers through my hair. His fingers must have been on fire because there was a heat that seeped from them and onto my head, running down my body and thawing out that numbness into a new warmth. My breath caught in my throat and I drew in a shaky breath, desperately trying to keep my emotions at bay.

"You aren't a piece of shit my little fox, you're an amazing person. You're so sweet and gentle. You're the kind of person that's hard not to love simply by being you," Seonghwa said softly.

"M'not," I choked out, my eyes getting a bit misty. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be letting them comfort me, I don't deserve. I don't want to let the emotions hit me, I don't want to think about it.

"Yes, you are Wooyoung. I mean you've managed to get San of all people wrapped around your finger and I'd say that's a pretty hard thing to do," Hongjoong said. A choked sob escaped my lips and I desperately closed my mouth, clenching my jaw to try and stop the rest that were threatening to come.

"It's okay darling, you can cry," Seonghwa said gently and that was the last thing it took for the dam to break. The sobs were ripped out of me and I tightened my grip around Seonghwa's waist, clinging to him desperately for any sort of comfort I could get as I buried my head into his chest.

"Oh Sweetheart," Hongjoong whispered and his words only made me cry harder. Hongjoong stepped up behind me and hugged me as well so I was sandwiched between the two of them and enveloped in their warmth. I reached behind me and grasped frantically for Hongjoong's shirt, any type of stability, relaxing as I felt his hand slip into mine and grasp it firmly.

"We're here, we've got you," Seonghwa whispered to me. I was shaking so hard from the sobs wracking through my body that I was struggling to keep a grip on Seonghwa's shirt, which subsequently made me cry harder.

"Youngie darling, I'm going to lift you up ok. We're going to take you to the Room of Requirement so we can hold you properly and look after you alright. I'm going to carry you there," Seonghwa said. It took a few seconds for the words to register in my mind but when they did, I nodded quickly. Hongjoong moved away from them and there was some shuffling before Seonghwa bent down and his arms slipped under my knees, lifting me into the air. I gasped and quickly moved to wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist to keep myself stabilised. There was some more shuffling and then I felt the hood of my robe being gently tugged over my head. I dropped my head down and buried it in the juncture between Seonghwa's neck and shoulder. I kept my eyes closed and just continued to cry as Seonghwa walked for a while until he finally stopped.

"What would you like to sit on Wooyoung, just think of anything and we'll sit there," Seonghwa said gently. Anything? The only thing I deserve right now is to be chained up on a wooden box. Seonghwa sucked in a breath and held me tighter suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

"Wh-Why don't we just come sit on a couch," he said quietly. There was more movement and then we went down which obviously meant he had sat down.

"There, we're all alone here. You just take as long as you need precious," Seonghwa said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as Hongjoong huddled up to my back once again.

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Time went by slowly and it felt like I was crying for hours curled up in Seonghwa and Hongjoong's arms but it probably wasn't anywhere near that long. Eventually there wasn't anything left for me to cry out and my sobs weakened before finally stopping. I sniffled and buried my head further into Seonghwa's neck, letting out a long breath.

"Are you feeling a bit better," Seonghwa asked me and I immediately shook my head. My mum is dead. Why would I ever feel better about that?

"Ok. That's ok," he said softly and I felt a hand running through my hair.

"We're here to talk if you want to, just take your time," Hongjoong said and I scoffed before pulling away. I stood up and shrugged their arms off me, pacing further away.

"What's there to talk about," I asked.

"Anything you want Wooyoung. Like maybe who it is that put those thoughts into your head," Seonghwa said and I scoffed again.

"That doesn't even matter. They're all true," I said.

"No they aren't."

"YES THEY ARE. YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKEN KNOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED," I yelled angrily as I spun back around to face them. They keep saying that I'm a good person, that I didn't do anything wrong. They wouldn't be saying that if they knew what actually happened.

"You're right Wooyoung, we don't know. But we know you, I know you. You aren't a bad person," Hongjoong said.

"Yes I am. I am a bad person," I said shaking my head.

"I'm sorry you feel that way but I know it isn't true," Hongjoong said shaking his head. I huffed angrily and glanced at Seonghwa who was just watching me quietly and previous words of his came to my mind.

"D-Did you mean it. When you s-said I could stay with you," I asked quietly, nervous for his answer. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before it dawned on him and his eyes softened.

"Yeah, of course. If you need somewhere to stay next year, you can come live with Hongjoong and I and we'll look after you," Seonghwa said while Hongjoong nodded quickly.

"E-Even if I did something bad," I asked shakily.

"Even if you did something bad. But Wooyoung, I think you're kicking yourself too much about what you did. I highly doubt it was as bad as you think," Hongjoong said.

"Was it your dad that's been telling you things? Did he send you a letter? Was that what you received yesterday," Seonghwa asked quickly.

"He um, he sent me a Howler," I said with a nod and they both frowned.

"Well your dad is an asshole. Whatever he said in that Howler, don't listen to it," Hongjoong said.

"He said I was a piece of shit, good for nothing and useless. I'm his biggest mistake and the worst thing in his life and he wishes I was never born. He hates me which is no surprise and he hates that he's been stuck looking after me all these years. He said I deserve to be dead and I deserve to suffer every day, I should be in pain ever day," I whispered, my eyes blurring as I remembered the words that were screamed at me yesterday.

"Oh my god."

"What the fuck." Hongjoong and Seonghwa both jumped up and rushed over to envelope me in a tight hug once again.

"Wooyoung, your dad is the piece of shit, not you. No one should ever hear those types of things, least of all from someone who is supposed to love and protect them. You don't deserve to suffer or be hurt and you certainly do not deserve to be dead. That's just, that's vile," Hongjoong said shaking his head.

"But I didn't go home for Christmas. I stayed back so I could have some fun with San and I didn't go home," I said sadly.

"Huh? You stayed here because you didn't want your dad to keep hurting you, you wanted a break. San just stayed so you would have an excuse and you wouldn't be too lonely. But is your dad seriously cracking it over you not going home for Christmas? It's a bit late for that isn't it," Seonghwa said with a frown.

"No it's, it's." I paused and swallowed dryly, trying to work up the courage to say it. Once I say it there's no going back, it's the realest it can get. They both remained quiet, patiently waiting for me to continue.

"Mum's dead," I whispered, feeling both of them tense against me. It was quiet for a bit as they both seemed unsure what to say.

"Mum's dead and I didn't even say goodbye to her. I was selfish and I decided to stay here and have fun instead going to see her for Christmas," I said shaking my head.

"Let's come and sit down for a bit," Hongjoong said softly as his hand slipped into mine and he tried to tug me forwards.

"No. No, I don't deserve it. Don't you understand? I was a ba-."

"Let's just sit down yeah," Hongjoong repeated gently as Seonghwa placed his hand on my back to help guide me. I followed along reluctantly and sat down between them on the couch.

"I'm sorry about your mother. I know she was someone you loved a lot and it's very painful that she's gone," Seonghwa said softly. I sniffled sadly but nodded.

"But that isn't your fault Wooyoung," he added softly.

"But-."

"No buts. You can't control her health ok. You told us she's been sick for years, that wasn't because of you. You're a kid, there's nothing you could have done and that isn't a burden you should have to carry," Seonghwa said firmly.

"But I didn't say goodbye. I wasn't there," I whispered.

"You stayed here because of your fathers abuse. You took one break in years, because of him. If anything it's your fathers fault for forcing you to need to get away," Seonghwa said.

"I thought she'd still have another couple of years, I didn't realise she was going to die before Easter. I-I was supposed to see her in a week for the holidays but she's, she's dead," I said quietly. Seonghwa sighed and shuffled around so his back was leant against the arm of the couch and he was facing me. He grabbed my hips and tugged me back, moving me so my back was leant against his chest and I saw sat between his legs, his arms wrapping around my waist.

"That's got to be hard. I can't say I know how it feels because I don't but we're both here for you and so are the others. So is San. We're here to comfort you and to be there for you whenever you need us," Seonghwa said. I sniffled again and relaxed back against him, stretching out my leg so it rested on Hongjoong's lap. Hongjoong gave me a small smile and started to gently massage my calf. I thought over what they had been saying.

"It really isn't my fault," I asked quietly.

"No, not at all Wooyoung. Your father is an asshole and he's just blaming you because he's a piece of shit," Hongjoong said.

"But I should have gone home and spent time with her," I said.

"You had no idea she was going to pass away so soon, you were just trying to protect yourself," Hongjoong said. He let go of my leg and leaned forwards, reaching out and gently brushing my face with his thumb. It was then that I realised I had a few tears falling down my face.

"It's not your fault Wooyoung, nothing that's been happening at home has been your fault. Not your mum getting sick, not your fathers abuse and certainly not your mum passing away," Hongjoong said firmly and it felt like a weight was lifted off my chest and I could finally breathe.

"It's not," I cried and Seonghwa hugged me tighter, resting his chin over my shoulder.

"No, it's not. Not in any way, shape or form," Seonghwa said firmly. I let out a long breath before flopping back fully against Seonghwa. It was quiet for a minute or two while Seonghwa just held me and Hongjoong ran his fingers through my hair.

"Thank you," I said quietly, breaking the silence.

"You don't need to thank us. If any thing we need to thank you for popping out today so we had the chance to run into you. We've all been worried about you because you disappeared. We searched everywhere for you and then San said you were in the Medical Wing but no one was allowed to see you," Seonghwa said, brushing back my fringe before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. My eyes widened at the action and my cheeks heated up slightly.

"I'm sorry for worrying you guys, I just didn't know what to do," I said quietly.

"And that's ok. I think everyone will just be glad that you went somewhere safe and you were looked after," Hongjoong said. I nodded at his action before sighing. Now that I had managed to calm down, the hug was really comforting but my clothes were uncomfortable and my face felt even more dirty, making me cringe.

"What's wrong," Hongjoong asked.

"Ah, nothing. I've just been in these clothes for ages and I've cried and vomited and it's all just sticky and yucky," I said with a sigh.

"You vomited? When," Seonghwa asked quickly as he sat us up.

"Uh, yesterday. After the Howler I think I had a panic attack and I vomited and then passed out," I replied.

"You passed out? Are you okay," Hongjoong asked with wide eyes.

"I am now. Because of you guys," I said quietly and Hongjoong's eyes softened.

"We'll always be here for you ok Wooyoungie, no matter what," Hongjoong said firmly.

"Can I ask a pretty serious question," Seonghwa asked and I glanced back at him before nodding.

"Do you feel safe going back home? Your father was already hurting you before your mother died and from what you said, he's really not seeming to be happy with you at all right now. I'm actually kind of worried that he might hurt you really badly," Seonghwa said.

"I should be fine for the first week. Mum's funeral is on the 28th and I need to be presentable then but I don't really know what will happen after. I think after the Easter break I won't go back. I'll try to figure something out," I said with a sigh. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were both quiet for a few seconds and I saw them give each other a look I couldn't decipher.

"If anything happens over break, anything at all that makes you fear for your well-being, I want you to send me an owl ok," Seonghwa told me.

"And if you can't send him an owl, if you aren't somewhere magic is allowed then you contact me. This here is muggle money. Have you ever heard of a phone," Hongjoong asked as he pulled a little pouch from his pocket.

"Of course I've heard of a phone. Sangie has one at home," I said, making Hongjoong chuckle.

"Good. You can you this at a pay phone and I'll right down my phone number for you. If somehow end up in the muggle world and stuck which I highly doubt will happen, contact me ok," Hongjoong said, handing me the pouch.

"Are you guys sure? I don't want to ruin your holidays," I said nervously.

"You wouldn't be ruining anything Wooyoung. It actually makes me feel a lot better knowing there are precautions in place so we can get to you," Seonghwa said. I leaned forwards and gave Hongjoong a tight hug before turning to Seonghwa and hugging him as well, thanking both of them.

"Any time. Now you said you were feeling a bit dirty, why don't we pamper you a bit," Hongjoong asked.

"Pamper me," I asked in confusion.

"Well, as a prefect I get certain privileges and access to a special prefect bathroom. Surprisingly not many people ever use it," Hongjoong said.

"I always forget you're a prefect," I said softly and Hongjoong chuckled.

"As a 7th year prefect we don't really do much to be honest, it's only the head boy and girl of our year and the younger prefects generally but we do still maintain our perks," Hongjoong said with a shrug.

"Am I even allowed to use it," I asked. I've never been to the prefects bathroom before.

"Seonghwa's used it with me plenty of times. The baths big and relaxing," Hongjoong said with a nod.

"Ew, I didn't need to know that," I said, scrunching up my nose.

"Didn't ne-. Jung Wooyoung, get your mind out of the gutter," Hongjoong said, clipping me on the back of the head and making me giggle. Seonghwa let out a sudden deep breath and clutched me close, rocking us slightly.

"But seriously. Seonghwa's going to take you to the bathroom. You're going to have a nice relaxing bath and get pampered a little why I go grab you some new clothes to relax in, okay," Hongjoong asked. I frowned and glanced between the two of them.

"Is that ok though," I asked quietly.

"Of course it is. I wouldn't have offered if it isn't ok. If it make you uncomfortable though, you don't have to," Hongjoong said.

"No it's ok. I feel like shit and I don't think I even have the energy to walk around," I admitted.

"Then it's settled. Hwa, go dote on him like the loving mother you feel like you are around him and I will go get some comfy clothes," Hongjoong said with a grin.

"Mother," I asked with a raised eyebrow. Sure I've joked with Yunho and Yeosang that we've noticed Seonghwa acts like a mum but it was more joking.

"I think Hongjoong and I have practically adopted you," Seonghwa said and it reminded me of a similar conversation I had with San.

"If you adopted me and I'm technically your son but San is your brother, does that make him my uncle," I whispered, making Seonghwa snort before he laughed.

"God I love you," he said, wrapping me up in a hug and kissing my cheek. My chest tightened slightly and I glanced over at him.

"You love me," I asked quietly.

"Like I said Wooyoung, you're the type of person that it's hard not to love. Does it make you uncom-."

"I love you too," I said, throwing my arms around him and squeezing him tightly.

"Both of you. You've been helping me so much these past few months, you've been looking out for me and I'm so thankful for that," I said as I pulled away so I could look at Hongjoong as well.

"Love you too kiddo, now let's get you washed up alright," Hongjoong said. The three of us slowly got off the couch and I winced as I felt my knees crack.

"Hope up, I'll carry you," Seonghwa said, turning his back to me.

"I'm not an invalid, I can walk," I pointed out.

"And yet you said you barely have the energy to walk around. Pampering starts now my little fox so hop up," Seonghwa said. I chuckled lightly but did as he said and allowed him to give me a piggy back ride.

"Hongjoong will meet us at the bath so let's go," Seonghwa said before the three of us left the room. Hongjoong split off to head to-. Wait where is he going to get clothes from cos I didn't tell him the password to our common room.

"How is Hongjoong supposed to get my clothes," I asked Seonghwa.

"He isn't. He's getting his own. He's got some really nice stuff," Seonghwa replied. Oh. That's nice. Seonghwa carried me down to the fifth floor before pausing to the door left of a statue.

"Chocolate frog," he said and the door swung open he walked inside, the door automatically closing behind him and my eyes widened.

"Holy shit," I gasped, making him chuckle.

"It's pretty nice isn't it," he said. Nice is an understatement. My eyes were instantly drawn to the large empty pool looking thing in the ground that I would assume is the bath. It had heaps of little golden taps running around the inside of it. Seonghwa walked over and sat me down on the bench. He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell under his breath which turned on all of the taps.

"Why so many taps," I asked him.

"So it fills up quicker and different taps do different things. Some have muscle relaxant, bubbles, just normal water, coloured water, a whole range of things. But put together it's heavenly," he said.

"Come around to this side where it has all the amenities," he said. I nodded and got up, following him to the other side where there was a stand filled with different things.

"Sit down and pop you leg on my knee," Seonghwa said and I did as asked as he knelt down. He quickly untied my shoelace before pulling off my shoe and sock, making me cringe.

"Sorry, it's probably stinks," I said.

"It smells fine," he said as he moved on to the other foot. Once they were both off, he moved around and helped me out of my robes as well, folding them all and placing them in a neat pile. He took of my tie next and added it to the pile before moving onto my shirt buttons while I just sat there. It was actually kind of nice having someone do everything for you. He folded up my shirt before pausing.

"You can finish the rest and get into the water, it should be pretty much done," he said. I glanced at him where he was still fiddling with the clothes and quickly finished getting undressed before slipping into the water, letting out a groan of relief once I was in there.

"See, told you it was good," Seonghwa said with a chuckle as he turned to me and smiled.

"I feel like I'm sitting on a cloud right now," I said, patting the bubbles lightly.

"Good. You just lean back, relax and let me do all of the work," he said. That sounded good to me so I did what he said. I rested my head back and after a few seconds of movement there was a plop in the water and I glanced over. Seonghwa had taken off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pants dip his feet in the water on either side of me.

"I'm going to wash your hair," he said and I just nodded.

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The next 10 minutes was pure bliss. Seonghwa's fingers were so gentle yet still firm as he massaged shampoo and then conditioner into my hair and rinsed it out with the water.

"You still with me," Seonghwa asked after a bit, shaking my shoulder softly and I slipped my eyes open quickly.

"Yeah, just feels nice," I said quietly.

"Good. You deserve it, you've been having a rough time lately," he said softly. The door opened suddenly and both of us jumped but it was only Hongjoong.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," he said as the door closed and he made his way over.

"How're you feeling," he asked me.

"Better. It's actually really relaxing," I replied. He walked over and put down the pile of clothes on the bench before moving beside Seonghwa.

"Here, let me help," he said. He grabbed some sort of wipe and used it to gently wipe down my face. I leaned into the touch and felt the last of the tension melt away from my body. My face was what felt the worst so having it cleaned by Hongjoong felt really nice.

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it. I can clean up the rest," I said quietly.

"Ok. Joongie and I will be over here. Just holler when you want to come out," Seonghwa said, getting up and grabbing Hongjoong's hand before the two of them went off to the side. I shook off the drowsiness that had hit me as best as I could before quickly washing off the rest of my body.

"Seonghwa," I said quietly, breaking off their conversation. They both turned towards me and smiled softly. Seonghwa got up and grabbed a towel, holding it up in front of the pool. I stepped up and grabbed it quickly, wrapping it around my waist. Hongjoong stepped up right behind with another towel that he wrapped around my shoulders.

"Come sit down," he said softly, guiding me to the bench. I sat down and the two of them got to work, using towels to dry my hair and upper body. The actions were calming and I found myself struggling to keep my eyes open.

"I know you're tired darling but you just need to finish drying off and get some pants on. We can do the rest," Seonghwa said softly. I pouted but nodded, waiting until they turned around before getting myself dressed, slipping on Hongjoong's hoodie that he brought. It was baby blue and really comfortable, like wearing a fluffy cloud.

"All done," I said before yawning slightly.

"Perfect. Now come give us a hug," Hongjoong said with a grin. I stepped forwards and hugged both of them tightly, snuggling down and letting out a small yawn.

"Come on, let's get you somewhere you can have a long nap. I'm going to take a wild guess and say you didn't sleep much last night," Hongjoong said.

"No, not really," I admitted.

"So right now you're going to sleep until dinner when you'll wake up and have something to eat because I doubt you've eaten either. And then you'll talk to San and the others cos everyone was really worried about you," Hongjoong said. I let out a breath and sighed.

"I um, I need San tonight but I don't want to talk about everything to the other. I will but I don't really want to talk about it in general. The boys worry about me and they won't stop until I tell them what's wrong and that's if Sangie doesn't already know what happened. If I tell San I just need him to hold me and not talk, he'll do that right," I asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I do think he would do that. He cares about you a lot and he's been really worried. I also think the others will understand if you don't want to talk about things and they'll respect that but right now you don't need to stress yourself about anything. You deserve to relax so come on," Seonghwa said softly, holding out his hand. He's right. If I don't want to talk about things, I won't have to. I don't have to keep reminding myself that my mums dead and I never said goodb-.

"Stop thinking, I can tell you aren't having good thoughts right now so just block everything out," Seonghwa said, cutting my thoughts off. He stepped up to me and scooped me up suddenly bridal style, making me yelp. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, my heart racing.

"Put your head on my shoulder and relax. Hongjoong and I will take you to the library and you can sleep while we work," he said softly. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling down and letting my eyes slip closed.

A/N

Here is Chapter 30, I hope you all enjoyed it and thank you for reading!

It was a bit of a rollercoaster of thoughts for Wooyoung but he's just lucky he came across Seongjoong who were able to get through to him eventually

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