He was a transfer student, quiet, controlled. Rumors spread around the school about him quickly as he transferred to the school. They spread like wildfire.

They weren’t even true, yet he told them they were every time someone asked about it. He walked like a mummy through the school, his face stoic and calm.

He didn’t intervene with anything, didn’t fight anymore, didn’t study, he just slept during class. Something he never did but now after everything he had been through he didn’t seem to care anymore.

He didn’t associate with anyone, days he’d spend at the hospital visiting suho, days he’d spend at home, at his empty apartment.

He wasn’t alone though, you were there. He’d come home after long days at school, longer nights sitting outside the hospital room to you.

You were always right by him through everything, all the fights, all the hangouts he had with beomseok and suho, now you were here for when everyone else was gone.

He laid beside you in bed, both of you facing each other. His hand rested on your waist under the shirt of his that you wore, gaze on your face as he let out quiet breaths.