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If you ask them about him, they would probably just shrugged and turned a deaf ear to desert the uninterested questions. It may be because they took no interest or they are completely oblivious about the subject. But whom dug out information about him out of curiosity sensed that beneath the layer of thick eye bags and silence mouth that there were screaming mouths seeking for help and eyes struggling to erase vivid series of distasteful images despite shutting them out. And yet no one cared enough to help him or even asked him anything.
He was known as the class loser throughout his schooling career. A loner even. His table was tucked on the back corner of the classroom in the concealment of others.
When they did cared enough to approach were only to criticize. But these were topics from years ago and left to be untouched.
Ever since he made a mistake on sleeping on his uncle's bedroom, he felt like his body wasn't his anymore. He still remember waking up in a surprise to his uncle ogling him lustily. The fresh memory of his hair being grasped roughly as hard flesh pounding into him. "You dirty whore, you get what you deserve." Hands gripping hard on his scrawny body leaving various of bruises. He told his uncle to stop over and over but he did not until he sated enough and then he was remained laying on the floor, pain shooted throughout his body, too frail and feeling utterly disgusted. His uncle spitted on him, "Out! You're done for tonight." It was past midnight and he struggled to pull himself out from the door.
Who knew his life would turn upside down. Who knew his perpetual pains and struggles had the possibility to cease. He was sad and feeling alone for a long time and that having other as his company would be a brand new to him and shocked to others.
It was during his first year when he was lucky enough to enter Sungsoo college. He was eating alone in the cafeteria when his eyes fleeted across the loud crowd gathered in a table not far from his. He recognized straight away that one of them is Oh Sangwoo from his art class. He could not resist but staring at how handsome he was. He admired how he drew everyone to him with his empathetic and gentle aura but he knew better than anyone that he'd never be with him. He was snapped out from his daze pooling of admiration when their eyes connected for few seconds. Heat suddenly crawled its way to his cheeks as his stomach did an unfamiliar jolt.
And one day, he was in the library going through his assignment when a silhouette of someone approaching him, shading the light in front and casting long shadows over him. He looked up to see someone sitting across from him smiling, "Hi, I'm Sangwoo and you are?" as he proffered his long slender fingers for him to shake.