v. she's fragile.

one minute she's crying, then next, she's smiling. for kris, yoona was quite a complicated person for he does not know what goes inside her mind. she's always hyperactive, acts like an elementary school boy, likes to play around, is close with everyone on their company, and she always try to appear strong. she might have fooled the others, but not him. definitely not him.

last time, he saw her crying in an empty room, around one o' clock in the morning. he wonders what she's doing on the dance room, while holding her phone and loud sobs were heard. he wanted to go and comfort her, but something inside him told him that she just needed space. so he watched her cry for a moment, before leaving, slowly taking a glance as she takes the other path.

but the next day, he saw her running around like her usual self, this time, she's wearing her shades as their fellow labelmates seems to not care about what have happened to her eyes. he shrugged, and decided to leave them before they notice him. but still, a part of  him insists that he should have comforted her the other day. 

*

it was late at night when he decided to go take a walk around the streets of seoul. it was the time of the day where nobody cares who you are, and nobody even notices him with his thick outfit and black aura. a figure of a girl running away then caught his eye, as it seems so familiar to him. so he decided to follow her, for he has nothing to do that night.

he then stopped following her as she entered the company -- as if she really belongs there. curiosity have arisen on him, so he decided to take her path as she reached the rooftop. she then took off her disguises, and it was no other than im yoona. he was about to go back when he heard a soft crashing sound, as his eyes widened -- seeing yoona take the broken glass off her phone, as her hands were bleeding non-stop.

he does not know what have happened to her, but he ran to her and slapped the piece of broken glass from her hand, before she even attempt to cut her wrist. he hugged her from behind, and all he can hear were loud sobs, and the sad tears trailing down the precious angel's face.

*

the next day, she has a new phone, a bandage on her hand and her favorite pair of sunglasses. she smiled widely as kris approached her, examining the bandage that was on her hand. he decided to give her a pair of mittens, and patted her head before leaving. yoona was left dumbfounded on the empty hallway, as a small smile crept on her lips, thinking that finally, someone cares for her not even asking and bugging her about what her problem is.

before his shadows disappeared, he said something that have touched yoona's heart. "do not dare to cut your wrist again, im yoona." he coldly said, but yoona knew better than his appearance. he might be always seen as a cold person, but deep inside, he is actually caring, and thinks of the other before his self.

and kris smiled as he walked away from her, successfully hiding the wound on his right hand for cleaning up the mess yoona have done. 

*

"you wonder why i did that 'thing' the other night?" yoona tilted her head and looked directly at kris, as he looked away, trying to hide his blushing face. it was hard not to like her, and her chuckle made his heart beat even faster than before.

it was a cold, windy afternoon, and he have seen her at that spot again. and decided not to leave her side even though he has a dance practice during that time, because he was afraid that yoona might do that again. "ever wonder if i have any schedules today?" he asked back, earning a giggle from the latter. he then heard a click, as yoona hides her phone.

"you should always smile. it fits you." it was a long, comfortable silence, before yoona spoke again. "i guess you should attend your practice now. you're just wasting your time here." she chuckled bitterly, as kris moved closer, closing the gap between them. their arms touched lightly, and electricity was sent inside their bodies. he shivered slightly, slowly loving the feeling.

"no, i would rather waste my time here with you than see your face plastered all over the newspapers' front page saying 'famous idol, comitted suicide for an unknown reason.'" he thought she would be offended by him, but she stood up, and twirled, not caring if he's there. she then stopped, and turned to face the sky.

"netizens can sometimes be annoying," she then faced him. "but most of the times, their words are just so offending." she closed her eyes and inhaled. "one night i was crying, because i saw this really rude comment of a netizen." her voice almost broke, but she continued. "it says that, i do not deserve to have this, to have everything i have right now.

"i sometimes wonder, why did god pick this path for me? didn't he know that this was too much for me? i love doing this job, but seeing how people aren't satisfied with what i do, it just hurts me. a lot. 

"i was not the best singer, nor dancer or actress. i am not pretty, and i'm insecure on how my members are. i'm skinny, and i look like a walking stick. my hair isn't beautiful, neither any of me is beautiful. tell me, kris. who would not attempt to end herself when you know you're struggling too much and all people do around you is judge you and tell you that you're not enough!" she shouted as she opened her eyes, hot tears streaming down her face.

and this time, kris decided to not watch her cry alone anymore, and hugged her tightly with all his might. he softly caressed her back, as he says comforting words to her.

"well, you're in the same hell as me." he then broke off from the hug, as yoona playfully punched his chest. they shared understanding smiles, as their heart flutter with happiness.

and kris thinks that she's not as strong as she looks like, and sometimes, she just needs to cry her heart out and forget the other day. he vowed to never leave her side when she needs him, and fight with her, so they don't have to suffer that much.