Duan POV
“You stupid !” Jaejoong yelled as he slapped me.
The other girls and boys were cheering me on as I was assaulted. I was already bruised and bleeding. At the moment it was bearable, until Jaejoong’s boyfriend (whom I supposedly tried to seduce) grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground. I kicked and screamed.
Suddenly Jaejoong was standing over me and slapped me once more. I shut my eyes, but regretted it. Suddenly my shirt was being yanked over my head, I tried to cover my chest with my hands.
I gagged as I thought of what they could possibly want to do to me.
“Please stop.” I begged.
Yunho chuckled. “Hell no you stupid hooker.”
He reached down and pulled off my pants and undergarments. Suddenly he took out his phone and started taking pictures and recording a video.
Jaejoong laughed hysterically and almost like virus so did the rest of the crowd of students.
Yunho grabbed my shoulder and lifted me up. I tried to cover myself the best I could. But Yunho kept pulling my hands away.
“A that doesn’t want to show his body?” Jaejoong said shamelessly.
I tried to crouch down, but they kept lifting me.
Jaejoong spit on me twice and his third time he made that snorting snotty noise, but I never felt the sickening moisture.
Instead he went board stiff and fell forward.
Behind him stood Gao Yu.
I heaved a sigh and slid down the wall behind me. I pulled my knees to my chin and tried to stop crying. I made him miss work again.
By the sound of it the crowd had gone.
I hadn’t looked up so I don’t know what Gao Yu did to Jaejoong and Yunho. Honestly I didn’t care. As long as he was okay in the end.
I jumped a little when he lifted me up bridal style.
As he cradled my head against his chest, I fell asleep.
~~
On an average day I’d wake up in a cold sweat, tired and scared. I’d trot across my room and slip into my roommate’s bed and fall asleep. But this time I woke up with my face buried into my boyfriend’s chest. When I shifted a little his arms tightened around me. It got hard to breath.
“Ayuni?” I called quietly.
He groaned. “I’m older than you.”
He fell right back asleep.
“Xingan?” I said a little louder. “Xingan?~ Gao Yu, Gao Yu, Gao Yu, Gao Yu!”
I knew he was pretending. I could just feel it. But he wouldn’t reply no matter what I said.
I pouted and slapped his chest.
He winced a little and cracked open an eye.
He stared at me for a moment.
“Rawr!” He said and took an air bite towards me.
I giggled.
“Ga-a-o Yu~” I chanted.
“Du-u-an” He replied drowsily.
I pushed his chest away from me and sat up. “What are we going to do today Mr. Manly man?”
“I have a test today.” He announced.
“No, you are going to pass a test.” I assured him. 
“Yeah, and you are staying here.”
“Why?”
“Just to be safe.” He said and got up to get ready for school. “I’ll leave thirty dollars for you to get something to eat, and I’ll leave my phone on for once. Call if you need anything.”
I nodded.
He showered, dressed, pack his bag and left.
I spent all day watching old movies and eating pizza.
At about noon someone had knocked on my door. 
I stiffened up and sat still. I left the television on to make it seem that we had departed and forgot it on. I slowly made my way into the restroom. The entire room was one shade of green. Nothing seemed to stand out. I enclosed myself in the closet and waited. (A/N: Tip to all, if you are being robbed or anything, if you had the TV on slowly leave the room and leave it on. Turning it off will verify that you are there.)
I knew it wasn’t Gao Yu at the door. He always goes to work after school and the earliest he’d come back is around five.
The front door had been forced open. I could hear footsteps and voices.
“Where is the ?” I heard a familiar voice say.
“Hopefully dead.”
Jaejoong and Yunho.
I tried to breathe as lightly as I could when one of the pair had made his way into the restroom.
“Hm… I wonder where he is?” Yunho said mockingly. He knew I was here. I panicked but stayed quiet.
He rattled the knob and pulled the door open. He immediately pulled me out and started pummelling me.

Gao Yu POV
I had a weird feeling that something was going on. I immediately look up to my manager.
“Ziyu.” I called firmly.
“I know.” He replied. This indeed happened a lot. Ever since we moved down to South Korea to fulfil Duan’s dreams, that damn Jaejoong has been attacking him. If you are wondering, we did move to South Korea together, his parents just didn’t want me posing a bad influence on him.
I pulled off my apron and dashed out of the Starbucks.
As I approached my apartment I started running faster and faster, finally finding myself in the lobby and ignoring everyone I passed by. I finally reached my 1LDK and tested the knob. It was locked. I rammed my shoulder against the door until it opened. When the door finally gave way the sight I was blinded by was not a good one.
Both Jaejoong and his poisonous boyfriend Yunho had their hands all over my innocent and delicate Duan, they were both inside him torturing his pure body.
I huffed.
“Yunho.” I said calmly.
He looked up at me with a smirk. “What?”
I didn’t want to grab him, I knew it would hurt Duan.
“You know what.” I mocked. “Couldn’t get your kicks off of that cheap ? Needed something prettier and more innocent?”
He gritted his teeth.
“What’s wrong, was Jaejoong not tight enough?” 
He roughly pulled himself out of Duan and zipped himself up.
“What did you say?” He yelled.
He tackled me.
I immediately looped my arms through his and pulled them behind his neck, I had locked him. He tried to pry free, only straining his arms more and more. Suddenly I felt a bottle break on my shoulder. 
Damn it! My coke!
Jaejoong started trying to pull me off, but Duan got to him. He pulled Jaejoong’s hair and started punching him. Honestly, it looked like two chicks fighting. But Duan looked so cute flailing his arms and keeping his eyes shut. Blindly beating the crap out of Jaejoong.
Eventually I got tired of holding Yunho and tugged his arms one more time then I elbowed him in the back of the neck.
Jaejoong had been straddling Duan so I simply lifted him, he was light, not as light as Duan but close. After tying the two up I told Duan to do what he pleased to them.
“Hmmm…” He moaned. “I’d rather do what I please to you”

Like glass you are gorgeous. Like glass you are versatile. Like glass I can see right through you. Like glass you break.