Updated: 121015

Don't forget to take a look at The Antidote / the story focusing on Lu Han's POV on the same story

Everyone was literally looking at me. Not in the way they used to, like look at this poor helpless girl with unknown future. It was different, and I don't know which one I hate more.

After what happened earlier as Hyungwon heroically saved me from Minho, I felt the whispers increase more. I think people were shocked that I can speak. I think people were shocked that I would have someone to stand by my side, even for once. But that doesn’t mean I would ever accept his initiative.

For real, I didn't expect him to do that. I was astound. I would expect this from everyone but not him. Well, I wouldn't.

I still wonder why. I've been thinking of that for the whole day that my head hurt now.

Gladly, I succeeded on avoiding Mr. Kim. I try not to keep an eye-contact for long. I have to make him think that I don't know I can heal.

I touched the bulge in my upper arm and the feeling was refreshed. I didn't need to touch it so the feeling would come again. It never left.

Dreadful.

Terror and fear of the unknown. Confusion. Ignorance.

I wondered how I got this. I wondered for how long I was able to cure myself by myself without knowing. I blinked for a few times as I stopped walking. My parents would definitely know.

Yes, they would know if I had this strange unhuman ability since birth. God, it is weird even thinking about it.

I lift my head at the sight of a white distinctive hair. Sehun was leaning against a full-of-graffiti wall a few streets away from our school building. When he saw me, he took his hands out of his pockets and walked gracefully closer. His expressions were as dead and absent as usual. His necklace wasn't tugged inside his shirt and I got to get a good look at it this time.

"So," he started, his voice tone matching his facial expression. "you've got yourself an admirer,"

I frowned and looked offended as his lips broke in a sly smile. "You don't mean what I think you do,"

Sehun's smile told me that he has never witnessed something as interesting as what happened today.  Like his life was too boring and whatever happened despite how horrifying it is seem to draw a simple smile across his face.

His face returned to his normal state, the smile disappeared. His face said 'it's time for business'. I frowned, startled, when he linked arms with me and briskly walked away from the crowds surrounding us. The crowd of students from our school, boys and girls, and even teachers.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He didn't say anything, managing a straight posture and a normal facial expression. Whoever will see Sehun will think he is a good friend of mine, but when they see me they will reconsider it. My eyebrows knotted and I'm frozen and stiff under the close distance we're having. On top of that, he is walking me to god-knows-where, so of course I would be this rigid.

"Will you please let go of me," my eyes wandered quickly as the eyes were on us. "People are staring,"

"Aren't they always?" Sehun always seems to be so hopeless when it comes to me. Whatever I say and will say will never get approval. He remarked as he turned to look me in the eyes. "I seriously wonder how be so reckless and stupid. I sometimes can't believe that someone can have such a low IQ."

"What business does my IQ have with anything?"

He stopped and got his phone out of his pocket. He had his eyes on it and completely ignored me. He shook his head. "Just forget it,"

I looked up at where we stopped. It read 'Insadong Photo-Studio'. It looked old, and creepy. The windows had dust and some were broken. The door was made of thick wood. The doorknob was absent.

I examined his face and hands. "Forget what exactly?"

He closed his eyes and forced a smile. "Just shut up for a minute. Just one minute."

I scoffed. Yeah, for my day to be completely the tiest of the , all I needed is for Sehun to drag me to an old, deserted photo-studio, hand-in-hand and when I question his doing he shut me up. "You brought me here to shut me-"

All of a sudden, he roared and his eyes changed. They've become sharper and more black. The pupil dilated. "WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT?"

I did shut up, suddenly frightened by his mood change. I would prefer a little explanation, nothing more. I murmured, lowering my face in embarrassment. "You can simply answer my questions,"

His eyes were everywhere, looking here and there cautiously. He leaned down as he whispered in my ears. "I would, but as I expected, we're being followed."

I blinked. "Followed?"

I don't know in what way he figured that we are being followed and I also couldn't guess for what reason we are being followed. I suspected the old reasons, my father and such. He is got exonerated, so I don't think there will be anyone after me now.

It might be that person I sensed his presence when I woke up in the infirmary. Yes. It has to be that person.

"As I said, you got yourself a punch of admirers, not just one," He patted on my shoulder with a fake smile. "Pretend to laugh,"

I wanted to refuse and say something y but I couldn't help. It looked funny to see that extended smile on his lips. I tried to fight it back, but I ended up really laughing.

"You're laughing for real, I see," he managed to keep that cold grin, and it was making me laugh even louder. He was speaking under his breath, trying so hard to manage that huge smile.

"You would too if you saw yourself," I closed my eyes. "It is too creepy to see you smile like this, it is really funny."

The door opened and Sehun gestured me to come in.

.

"Look, whatever you're up too-" I began, the adrenaline rushing in me as I saw a familiar book on the counter. Behind it stood a transgender woman. She was a man. She was tall, so tall, and bald, but had too much make up on. Blue eyeshadow, cut eyelashes, a purple lipstick.

"I am not up for anything. I'm going to ask you a very clear question and I want a clear answer," he took the book with one hand and nodded at it. "Jun told me that this book belong to you,"

What to answer, I won