Sehun walked down the halls of his new school in Paris, nothing had changed even with the move just like nothing ever changed after all these years. People still pointed at his bruises and scars, they still laughed. They knew something was wrong at home. Some people looked at him with pity but none ever came up to him and approached him. He slipped into his classroom and sat at his desk, well table to be exact. His school believes that they are too big for those tiny desks, a plus for him with his lithe 6’ frame. His agility and height were just another two things that made him stick out. After all, not many 15-year-olds are as agile at this age, especially at his height. But the thing that made him stand out the most was his lack of love life. At this age, it seemed like everyone had someone; except him. The bell rang and soon students filled up the empty seats around him, chatting away about the rave that took place over the weekend. Yet another party that he did not attend. Instead, he spent his night locked in his room trying to study until his father found a way inside of the house and threw him into the wall. It was the same every day; he would try to drown himself in his work and his dad would break into his room and abuse him. There was nothing that he could do about the situation so he just accepts it. The next morning his dad always say that he will stop and that he will get help, of course, he never does.  It became the normal for th