WARNING: this chapter contains self-harm!!!!!!!!

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As soon as I walk back into our dorm, I attack the fridge, desperate to find some food. We all woke early this morning so we could get home as soonas possible. My eyes skim over the colourful foods, looking for something that I could eat now. All kinds of foods and other healthy drinks were stacked up on the fridge shelfs.

"Hey Sehun, chuck me an apple," I hear Chanyeol's voice call.

I grab a big red apple out the fruit basket next to the fridge. I throw it over my head, without looking where Chanyeol was stood.

"Oww. Aish Sehun, I hope you didn't throw that at my head on purpose."

I grin an evil smile as I pick out a bar chocalate from the bottom shelf of the fridge.

"N'aww, hyung," I said, turning to look at Chanyeol, who was stood leaning over the breakfast bar eating the apple. "It could be worse. I mean I could have throw a fork at you."

Chanyeol squints his eyes at me, "Careful Oh Sehun, otherwise you'll have a fork shoved in your face."

I raise my eyebrows at him. Through the doorway I see Kris and Tao flop lazily onto the white sofa's. Chen's voice also calls for Suho. I pluck my phone out of my jean pockets and bring up the texting screen. I eat my chocolate as I type a text and then send it Violet.

"Hello my beautiful violet in the field. I'm back from the concert. Hope you're okay.

Love always, Sehun."

I smile as I pressed the send button.

"But Chanyeol, you're the only person I lent my shampoo to,"

I look up from my phone and see Baekhyun snatch the apple away from Chanyeol.

"Baekkie, I don't know where it's gone," Chanyeol responded, looking longingly at his apple. His hand came up to Baekhyun's cheek as Baekhyun continued to pout at him. "Don't worry you can just use mine."

Baekhyun gave him a cheeky smile and bit into the apple.

"Baek, that was mine!" Chanyeol complained loudly.

"Well we can always share it," Baekhyun suggested.

"Aigoo, no!" Chanyeol replied, before snatching the apple back and biting into it.

"Sehun-ah!" I hear a voice shout.

I stuff my phone back into my jean pocket. I rush out of the kitchen and run towards the voice. I stand in the hallway as I see Luhan looking at me worridley, with the front door open behind him. Stood in the open door, behind Luhan, was someone who brought back pain.

"Yigo," I said breathlessly.

The small boy with a mop of brown hair pushed past Luhan and ran into my arms. "Yigo, what are you doing here?"

"Sehun, I-I needed to see you."

The memory the small baby being dropped off at the orphanage I used to live in, came alight in my mind. The first time I laid my eyes on Yigo, he was a baby and I was 8. I was taken by council and placed into a orphange after what happened, and grew up there, I had nothing going for me back then. Yigo was left infront of the door of the orphanage,