After we arrived, I put him on my couch. I hesitated to open his clothes, but he was indeed really dirty. I took a long deep breath then began to open his clothes one by one. I felt my cheeks became hot and hotter. Done taking off his clothes, I took a wet cloth and began cleaning his body. When I reached his lower part, I felt my cheeks burning. It surprised me when I clearly heard his moans. I really wanted to slap my head. I was really embarrassed. 

I finished cleaning his body as soon as possible then dressed him in pajama. My pajama was really big in his small body. I smiled as I reached my room’s door then left him alone to rest. I looked at my watch. I still had 3 hours before the school’s end bell rang. When ready to leave the boy, I heard him hissed in pain. I looked back at him and suddenly I noticed something surprising. His hand lay open on the bed, I saw that ugly scars, a lots of cutting’s scars. I dropped my jaw in disbelief. It wasn’t only new scars but old scars still remained there, mean that he has been doing it for a long time. So sudden, he opened his eyes, made me jump a little. He looked at me surprised. 

“Jo-jongin. What are you doing? Where am I? How did I get here?” he totally lost in track. 

“Well, I am sort of take care of you. You are at my apartment. I brought you here after Kris beaten you badly at school.” Then what I saw was a scared boy, a really scared one. He mumbled something, and then it became louder, “No…no…no…no way…” He reached the table beside my bed then took the glass full of water that I prepared for him. 

At first I thought he just wanted to drink it to calm himself, but I was totally backed up when he dropped the glass on my table then take a piece of that shattered glass and directed it right on his full-of-scars-wrist. I widened my eyes. ‘What the hell?’ I grabbed his hand, which hold the glass, tried to stop him. 

“No, please no! Let my hand go! Let it