A new atory

In the end, Dohyun and Tony ended up spending the rest of the day in that couch. They had lengthy conversations about everything between heaven and earth, going deep into details the white haired boy had never dared to speak of before. He confessed how his parents locked him up during most of the holidays, keeping him either in his room or in the dark basement. Then he went on telling him about the abuse he received from his father, how he slapped him across the face for just existing and starved him for days when Alice went on long work calls. It really was a form of torture and even if it didn’t necessarily kill him, he ended up wanting to die during those periods of his life. Another thing that bothered him was that he didn’t know what would end up happening after school. First of all he didn’t have grades to get any decent kind of job, neither would he even if those were actually good. So basically it didn’t matter that Tony helped him out with his homework and went over the lessons over and over again - since it’s never lead anywhere.

‘You can’t be sure that they’ll refuse to give you a decent job!’ The dark haired boy protested and shook his head. ‘I mean, you’re kickass art quidditch and you’ve good some major good qualities in you. If I were, let’s say, a shop owner, I’d definitely give you a job! No doubt about it’, he continued and sent a big smile towards Dohyun, who looked extremely pale and tired. Somehow the dark bags under his eyes seemed to have gotten bigger during the latest hours, and the skin was pale - almost grey. No wonder he felt like shit, since he also looked the part.
‘I can be sure about it and I am’, he muttered and snuggled up even further against Tony, shaking like a leaf. ‘I’m registered..it was the first thing my dad made sure of after I got bit’, he went on, burying his face against his friends homey shoulder. Yes, it felt like home, very safe and familiar. Unlike the house owner by his parents, because that place was literally hell.
‘You are?’ The other student wondered and sighed. ‘That makes things a lot more difficult I guess.’ No shit Sherlock.

They continued the conversation as Cora-San hastily walked past them, probably towards the dormitory to his bed. After maybe half an hour they were later greeted by Oliver, who quickly went up the stairs to leave his bag in their room. However, when he came back he looked rather annoyed. Not long after that, the other two found out why.
‘He’s sitting there in the window again - smoking’, he complained and sank down next to Dohyun.
‘He did that yesterday as well..’, Dohyun answered and shrugged his shoulders. ‘Why, do you wanna do something about it?’ He thereafter asked and raised an eyebrow.
‘Maybe I do! It’s against the rules to smoke inside the school and I think it’s ignorant’, Oliver pointed out and stuck his chin out, looking very feisty for a couple of seconds. Then he looked down onto his lap and shook his head in disappointment. Had he forgotten something that seemingly ruined his plan to take action? It seemed so at least.
‘He’s too scary tho, and to be honest I don’t want to die. If we get too close he might stab us in the eye with his wand or something, who knows?’ The student muttered and crossed his arms over his chest, looking both irritated and disappointed at the same time. ‘And why are you shaking? Are you sick or something?’
‘Or something’, Dohyun mumbled and loosely bit into his lower lip, allowing the sharp teeth to sink down into the flesh. ‘I think I have a fever’, he clarified after a couple of silent seconds and smiled briefly. ‘So what should be do about Cora-San? If all of us confront him, he can’t necessarily poke all our eyes with his single wand at the same time. And if he can manage to do so, it’d just be impressive.’ They fell silent and thereafter laughed, all three of them in unison. Very true but at the same time very funny. But Dohyun already knew he wouldn’t be able to confront his fellow dorm mate, since he’d already fucked up enough. If they wanted to do something, to confront him and whatnot, then there was nothing stopping them.

He almost felt like he was about to fall asleep, but he knew that would result in disaster, and him falling out through the window, so he forced himself to stay awake. He saw how the sun disappeared behind the mountains, and it started to hearing toward the evening. He felt how the air became chilly, but compared to home, it was nothing. The mansion had been placed on a mountain, but he loved the cold, so he didn't really cared, and his coat kept him warm. One of the elf's had given him a cup of tea, most likely one of the teachers request. Even if he still was pissed at them, he accepted the cup, liking to have it.

He wasn't angry anymore, no he felt relaxed, and since he was sleepy he could almost forget everything. It often took that he was awake for 24 horse, before he could sleep one night, but he was used to it. Had done it since last year, when everyone died. He took a sip from his tea, felt how his hands got a bit warmer, before he lot another cigarette, and the smoke soon went outside, and he closed his eyes. He started humming on one of Law's favourite songs. A silly child song, but Cora-San liked it because the younger one did. He felt totally relaxed, for once when the door opened. He didn't turn, knowing it was the other boys, but he was surprised when they walked over to him.

He didn't turn, knowing that it wouldn't be something pleasent they wanted.
"You aren't allowed to smoke inside the school" Oliver pointed out. Cora-San didn't move at first, but he soon let the cigarette fall to the ground. He saw how the light disappeared in the darkness.
"Did you hear us?" Oliver asked and Cora-San turned towards them with cold eyes.
"I am not deaf, why do you think I let go?" Oliver seemed surprised that he answered him, like he forgot that he could speak. The blonde stood up, being taller than all of them, they backed away. He rolled his eyes, as he collected his things, heading towards the door.
"Don't smoke in here again!" Oliver gulped as he said that, seeing that Cora-San turned towards him.
"Or what? Do you think I will burn down the school as well?"
"As well? What have you burned down more?" Oliver sounded scared, liked he hasn't thought of the possibility that he could burn down the school. Cora-San only looked coldly at them.
"What he meant to say, was thank you!" Tony stepped in between. Cora-San turned toward him, only have him a look at him before he left.

He ended up on the main stair, outside with a new smoke in hand. He didn't feel calm anymore, not that he was irritated at the others for asking him to stop smoking. Even if he didn't cared, he could take something's in consideration. He understood that not everyone liked it. No he was more pissed about the fact that the calm feeling had disappeared, and he didn't felt Sleepy at all. He leaned against the stone wall and just stared out into the distance, unsure of what to do, feeling uneasy and to awake.

‘Wow, so you actually stood up to him?’ Dohyun wondered as he fell onto his bed, snuggling up against the bedsheets with Jun wrapped tightly in his arms.
‘Yep, surprised or what?’ Oliver asked with a proud look dancing all over his face, something that would soon be shut down by Tony.
‘You weren’t brave at all..sure you kinda stood up to him, but you were trembling like crazy’, the other student pointed out and rolled his eyes.
‘Might Not have looked that brave, but it certainly was according to me. He’s scary as hell! Plus, I’m a Gryffindor and we’re supposed to be brave, right?’ The taller boy snapped right back at him and put his nose into the air, as he walked past all the beds into the connecting bathroom. ‘And if you all excuse me, I’m going to endorse myself with a steaming hot shower’, he finished and vanished through the wooden door, shutting it loudly behind him.
‘You know it’s not worth to start anything with Oliver, he doesn’t really take criticism that easily’, Cole muttered and continued changing into his pyjamas, just as all of the remaining boys in the dormitory had done.
‘But he still needs to learn, that why I’m here’, Tony answered and sat down next to Dohyun, pulling up his legs towards his upper body and resting his chin on the skinny knees. ‘Are you feeling alright? Is there anything you need?’ He whispered and glanced over his shoulders, only to come to the conclusion that Cole and Marcus were doing their own thing. That basically meant it was safe to talk about secrets like these.

Hadn’t he been just fine all the previous years? Why was he being treated slightly different now to how it used to be?
‘I’m more than fine, I promise’, Dohyun ensured the boy next to him and sighed quietly. ‘Just as I’ve been the past two years..I’m used to it, so no need to worry’, he thereafter explained and smiled briefly, scratching Kun between the ears and loosing himself in the intensive purring.
‘You’re not more than fine’, Tony protested and shook his head. ‘However you are correct..nothing should change just because I know the truth..’ he mumbled and locked eyes with the white haired boy. They shared a quick smile between one another and after some further chitchatting, all of them seemed rather ready to sleep. The first ones who actually did so were Cole and Marcus, followed by a newly showered Oliver and drowsy Tony - which meant Dohyun was the only one left awake after the lights were all blown out and turned off. He looked up at the red silk covering the ceiling of the bed, taking a deep breath.
His classmates snored loudly from the comfort of their own beds, an owl flew by one of the windows outside and the rain pushed against the glass. Many people liked the sound of rain and Dohyun wasn’t exactly an exception. However the weather made him feel slightly queasy and uneasy, probably due to what was going to happen the following night. He was luckily enough excused from all of his classes and was told to rest in the dormitory for most of the day. No quidditch practice and no friends, only himself, Kun and his overflowing mind. And let’s not forget the small part of his brain that Cora-San currently resided in. Not literally of course, but that was what it felt like.

It didn't took long until the rain started to fall, and at first he wasn't bothered by it. Instead he enjoyed it, making it colder, and made everything smell lovely, until the wind spiked. The wind made the rain reach him from where he was sitting at the stairs, soon soaking him. He could feel the makeup dripping across his face, and he most likely looked ridicules, and like a sad drowned clown. He never were waterproofed makeup, being hell to remove everyday, but moments like this, well he got to pay the price. But even with the rain washing over him, he did no attempt to move. His coat protected him from the cold rain, at least in the beginning.

After twenty minutes, the coat was soaking wet as well, not being made to be water proof, his pink sweater underneath became wet, and his blond hair had stuck to his face. It was impossible for him to lit another cigarette, and he finally stood up, looking like a big black, drowned bird. But he wasn't really bothered by the cold, not for now at least, but he knew that he needed to get inside and get warm, before he got sick.

As he walked towards the tower, the floor under him became wet, leaving a trail, but it wasn't surprising, seeing that the coat was soaking wet.
"What on earth are you doing out?" the lady asked when he reached the tower, and he glared at him, like he wished to discuss that with her. He hated the paintings, always being so curious, judging, or rude, they weren't even real, just a fiction, made up by the artist. So he ignored her question and gave her the password, and headed inside.

The tower was empty, not surprising, seeing how late it was, and he made his way to the dormitory, needing to take a shower. He sneaked inside, glad he was as stealthy as he was, despite being as tall as he was. He reached the bathroom and went inside, soon meting his own reflection. He looked as bad as he had thought he would, and he just shook his head, as he placed his clothes on the floor, knowing a elf would collect them, and wash them for him, as he showered. The warm water washed over him, and he felt how he became warm again, and how the makeup disappeared, and he left the shower, meeting his reflection again. He really had a hard time seeing himself without make up. He had worn it since Law was a baby, so to this day it was around 13 years, but to him it seemed like he had always used it.

Cora-San took away his eyes from the mirror as he covered himself with a towel, but then stopped, normally he never stepped out to the dormitory without clothes, having no desire for people to see his scars, especially the ones on his back, and ask stupid questions. But he hadn't brought any clothes with him, leaving him few options. He could try to hid his whole body in towels, but that was to much work for his tired mind, he could also ask the elf to return his clothes, but they were most likely still wet. But then he sighed, the others were asleep, it was dark, and none of them cared about what he did anyway. So he opened the door and walked over to his bed. He could hear how the others snored and he almost wished to wake them up, especially Oliver, saying he didn't liked when he snored, and asking him to stop, just to mess with him, but he didn't. Instead he grabbed his pink pyjamas, with hearts on it, and changed, before he went to bed. He closed the covers, hoping he could have a peaceful night, sleeping through what was left of it.

When Dohyun woke up the next morning, he was feeling extremely unwell. It seemed he was the first one to wake up out of the six, which meant he had to move quietly on his way to the shower room. He carefully slid the door open, went inside and closed it behind him without a sound.
The tiles felt cold under his bare feet, yet everything around him was hotter than hell. He actually felt as if he was going to burn up, which is why he hastily got into one of the showers and turned on the water. Almost immediately after, it started pouring down over him, ice cold and relieving. The shaking hands were pushed up against the tiled wall and his breaths were shallow and fast. Good thing Tony hadn’t woken up yet, or he’d be all over the white haired boy with his worries. Maybe it’d had made sense however, as he usually didn’t feel this crappy. Not even when the full moon was an hour or so away from it’s fullest point. Great, now there was most likely something else wrong with him, just fucking great.
With a small sigh, the slid down onto the floor with the water still raining over him like a huge, grey cloud. Dohyun leaned his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyelids, allowing the tiny drops to travel down his face. Not long thereafter, his hands had found their way around his legs and he rested his chin against the skinny knees. He hated feeling like this, hated to suffer from this stupid condition he knew would never go away. Some people might’ve liked to hurt others, but he wasn’t one of them. At least he didn’t want to be one, even though it’s feel pretty great to share the pain with someone else. But that was never going to happen, because it was a selfish action and he wasn’t selfish. No, he refused to be.

After sitting there for maybe half an hour or so, he finally came to his feet and grabbed a soft towel from one of the racks. He quickly dried himself, eventually wrapping the fabric around his hipbones. Then he walked back into the dormitory, as if nothing had happened - as if he hadn’t had a panic attack only moments ago.
Most of the student still seemed to be sleeping: Cole was rolled up against the edge of his bed covering his arm with his face, Tony laid peacefully on his back looking dead as usual and Cora-San was wearing that iconic pink pyjamas. It was incredibly ironic.
‘Are you already up? The clock is only like five in the morning’, Oliver pointed out from the other side of the room, while sliding a pair of long socks up his calves. He was clearly getting ready for quidditch practice. There wasn’t anything scheduled, but he guesses some of the guys had decided they’d do some early ball throwing.
‘I know’, Dohyun replied and sat down on top of his bed, staring blankly into the darkness as the taller student rose to his feet, followed by an extremely sleepy Marcus. ‘Why didn’t you include me?’ He asked after falling silent, quietly yet still with force behind the words. It wasn’t a secret he became extra sensitive and irritable during the full moons, and this was an excellent example of it.
‘Well you seemed kind of out of it yesterday and we didn’t want to..you know..’ Marcus explained, followed by a big yawn.
‘You don’t want me on the team any longer?’ Dohyun bit back, clearly aggravated beyond repair.
‘Of course we do! It’s just..you’ve looked really ill the past two days and it’s worrying us. Maybe you should just focus on taking it easy for awhile?’ Oliver proposed, something that wasn’t necessarily clever due to the current situation.
‘If you don’t want me to be on your stupid team because I look too sick, then just fucking kick me off!’ The shorter student exclaimed and bared his teeth. ‘You just think I’m useless now that my..that my stupid condition is getting to me, is that it, huh? Just wait and you’ll see exactly how helpless and weak I am’, he continued with a bitter laugh. ‘You’re..I..I quit the team.’ And with those words he got up from the bed, storming out of the room with hasty steps. Fuck. Why was he being so ridiculously sensitive? Why had he said all of those things, always suspecting the worst?

He had a crappy night, since he wasn't as tired as he had thought or wished. The nightmares had replaced each other, all of them including Law's death, most of them including his father. But he wasn't afraid of his father per se, not now when he was dead. He hadn't been the last years before his death either, back than he was afraid of what he would do to Law. Before Law was born, and he still was a kid, he had been afraid. Simon had never been there and comfort him, of course he knew that his big brother was just as afraid as him, if not more, but Cora-San still hated him. Simon had more than once thrown him under the bus, letting him receive the punishment, meant for Simon. As he got older, especially after Simon killed himself, he understood how much Alexis fucked him up, but understanding wasn't the same as accepting and forgiving, that was something Cora-San would never do. Sometimes he felt bad about it, especially since no one morned for Simon. His mother died before, otherwise she would have morned, she would if any of her children died. Alexis couldn't care less, and Cora-San was the same, with the difference that he felt bad about it sometimes, something he knew that Alexis never would.

Cora-San heard how Dohyun left his bed and entered the bathroom, finding the time strange, but he guessed there was a reason for it, one that he didn't cared about. Instead he stayed in bed, not moving, staring at the window. Even if he couldn't see his reflection well, he could tell that he had dark rings under his eyes, and for a second he thought about painting both eyes today, so it wasn't as viewable, but it would feel wrong. He never drew his makeup differently, and well if he placed it around both eyes, people would wonder, especially the teachers, and he didn't had the energy for that.

He still hadn't moved when Dohyun came back, but he heard that some of the others had, guessing getting ready for quidditch, a sport he never understood the fun in, like ever. Maybe it was because he had never tried, since his father never let them. To be honest he hadn't even been on a broom, seeing that the students only tried that out the first year, and he didn't got her until last year. But he didn't care, not like he longed for trying, seeing it as a waste of time.

As the others started talking, he sat up, grabbing his make up and his clothes, passing the others without a word, and headed to the bathroom. It didn't took him long to apply the make up, doing it with a steady used hand. He heard the other boys through the door, surprised by Dohyun's words. Okay the boy clearly had a bad temper, but it seemed to be worst than usual, h had thought so yesterday already, when he destroyed his book. But now? Leaving the team, just because the others thought he was sick, wow he really had a problem. He left the bathroom, just as Dohyun stormed out. He looked after him, just like his friends did, before they turned towards each other, unsure of the situation.

"Should we go after him?" Oliver asked.
"I don't know, he is acting... I don't know" Marcus fell silent, and even without his words it would be clear how unsure he was.
"But we don't want him to quit the team!"
"I know that! But still...maybe give him time, maybe thats the best. And when he feels better, pretending this never happened?" Marcus suggested and Oliver slowly nodded before they left. Cora-San thought it was a shitty thing not to go looking for him, even for him who wasn't friends with the others. Sure Dohyun acted strange as hell, but they were still friends, and when someone you cared about acted like that, you talked to the person. But maybe the boys didn't really cared, what did he knew? He didn't really knew any of them, so maybe they weren't real friends, something that was very shitty if it was true. That was another reason Cora-San avoided people, hating all the pretend, his father pretended from time to time that he loved them, and when he had been young, he had bought it, but that disappeared with the years, instead making him distrust everyone. All the things he did now, maybe Alexis really had won, destroying his life in every aspect.

Cora-San hindered himself from thinking that, and instead he reached for his hat and sighed. For some fucking reason he felt that he couldn't leave Dohyun, maybe it was his big brother feelings that kicked in, feelings that hadn't been there since Law died, but from what he heard and saw when Dohyun left, something was really wrong with the other boy. So maybe hearing that they don't want him to quit the team would make him feel better. With his coat on, seeing it was still early, and he didn't need to be dressed for school yet, he went searching for the other one.

It didn't took him long to find him, and he was glad, because he knew he would have given up if it took to long, not caring enough to search the whole castle. he walked towards the man, a bit carefully, mostly not to make him run off or something, having no idea how he would react. But he soon stood next to him, leaning against the wall.
"They don't want you off the team, you now? Thought you may want to know that" was the only thing he said. Feeling that they weren't close enough for him to ask how the other one was feeling, not even sure if he would care for the answer. But he could give him that information, seeing it didn't made much difference for him.

At first Dohyun didn’t say anything and kept quiet. He had heard Cora-San approaching him, sensed his presence even before he’d come somewhat close. This was how all his days were, how his senses had begun to act during the last couple of weeks. It had been completely fine at first, most importantly not even noticeable except for when the full moon rose. Otherwise he’d been normal and that was just what he wanted, something he felt was just fine. Now he felt more as if he was going totally mad, exactly as mentally insane and crooked as his father always portrayed him. As soon as Alice left the house he’d treat Dohyun as nothing more than an animal, probably even worse. All the times she’d left them on their own for a day or two, Jaeyoung would immediately throw him either into the basement or his room. To be honest he could barely differ between the two nowadays. It was complete and utter mental torture to its fullest, and it had probably started to take a toll after all those years. This summer had been especially bad, since his mother had gone to Korea for a month, leaving the father alone with his two youngest sons.

‘They think they don’t want me off the team’, Dohyun eventually corrected Cora-San and glanced over towards him. The corridor they stood in was empty and the sun had barely risen over the horizon outside. Somewhere beyond the mountains surrounding part of the area, the thunder rumbled and the rain lightly smattered against the windows. It was actually pretty cozy, except for the feeling of dread that was currently drowning the white haired boy. He made a grimace and turned back towards the window, quietly observing the wind rustling through the trees until he spoke again.
‘But when they finally understand, when they figure everything out..that’s when they’re gonna understand they in fact don’t want me on the team. Oliver is the team captain so in the end he’s the one who decides, but I don’t even know how he’s going to react, you know? I don’t know..I can’t see into the future for fucks sake!’ Dohyun exclaimed and curled his hands into fists, as if he was going to punch right through the window or something. However he ended up taking a hasty step to the side, aiming the punch at the stone wall instead. He immediately pulled the hand back, swearing as if there was no tomorrow. Great, now he’d literally punched a hole through the wall. Or maybe not literally, it was just a rather large dent after all.
Warm blood soon trickled down onto the floor, splashing against the tiles as it reached them. What the fuck was he even doing? And furthermore, why had he just confessed all those thoughts and feelings to someone who couldn’t care any less - to someone he didn’t know or trusted. God dammit, there was definitely something terribly wrong with him.
Dohyun turned his pale face towards Cora-San again, with tears streaming down the colourless cheeks. He was trembling like crazy, which soon resulted in him collapsing onto the floor. That’s when the sobbing began, uncontrollable and loud as heck. It just had to come out, so why not now? He’d already ruined everything for himself, meaning he could continue without any further ado.
‘I’m sorry..I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment..I’m sorry I’m not human, that I’m basically worth nothing more than garbage..I’m sorry I couldn’t do better’, he sobbed and buried his face against his palms, where most of the tears started collecting. If he put a bowl under his chin he’d probably be able to fill it. Damn, it must’ve been a ridiculously sad and confusing sight. To say the least.

Cora-San had no problem with the silence, and it wasn't like he had expected Dohyun to answer him. He wasn't even sure if he wanted him to answer him, seeing he had no idea what to tell him. He wasn't one for comforting people, at least not anymore. He had when Law was alive, and it wasn't like he didn't know how to do it, he just didn't to it anymore, not caring enough.

When the other one began speaking he just listened at first, not really understanding what the other one was talking about.
"Well whatever it is shouldn't matter, as long as you can play. Isn't the whole point of the stupid sport that you are a good player. So you should be able to play even if you didn't had any legs, and still was a good player" Cora-San pointed out. He had no idea what the other mans condition was. Well he had trouble with his anger, but a loot of player seemed to have that so it shouldn't matter. And well if he was a killer, sure, then he couldn't play, but then he wouldn't even be here, so that didn't matter. And besides, Cora-San had a hard time seeing the other one as a killer. He knew that you rarely saw it, it wasn't like it was written on your forehead, but still. He had lived long enough with his father to see the signs, and he saw none of those with Dohyun.

Cora-San rolled his eyes when the other one punched the wall, such a stupid thing to do, but he guessed it was better that the anger was aimed at the wall than anything else. He had destroyed broken branches when he was younger, because it wasn't something his father would punish him for doing, and he wouldn't get hurt, making it harder to live through his fathers treatments.

He watched the other boy when he sunk down to the floor, crying and Cora-San sighed, what the fuck was wrong with the other one. His mood swings were crazy. The blonde understood that it was something else going on, more like normal teenage things, and the team shit, but he really didn't understand it. The man's words made no sense what so ever, maybe they would if Cora-San cared more, or knew more about the boy, but for now it was just confusing. But the blondes biggest problem was that he didn't felt comfortable in this situation, trying to comfort the other would feel wrong, seeing he didn't really knew him, and he hated to do things like that, just for show. But he couldn't leave him either, because even if he didn't cared to much about the other ones problems, leaving him would be a shitty thing to do. He knew people didn't thought highly of him, but just because he didn't cared, didn't mean he was an asshole.

He took out some bandages from his pockets, before he removed the coat and placed it around Doyhun's shoulders, maybe it would give the other one some comfort. It comforted him, being snuggled into the big coat, and it had always comforted Law. And when he had done that, he took the other ones bleeding hand, and started bandaging it with a used, sturdy but gentle hand.
"Who told you all those things? Who are they to tell you what you are worth, and if you are a disappointment or not?" he asked, as he concentrated his look on the bandage, giving Doyhun some space, or as much as he could, sitting in front of him.

‘It’s not like I’m going to tell you just because you asked’, Dohyun muttered and took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down a tad. This was just way too straining for his poor body and he was still putting himself through all of that? One thing was for sure - it wasn’t very clever of him, even though he couldn’t exactly control it. But to be fair he hadn’t even tried this time, so maybe it would’ve actually helped?
He collected himself after a short period of time and directed his attention towards the now broken hand. The bones had - to no surprise - completely shattered under the skin and blood streamed from various wounds. It had finally begun to hurt, like really fucking bad.
‘I’m sorry’, he mumbled and watched as the taller boy started patching the soars now covering his slender, pale hands. When madam Pomfrey took care of his wounds it felt as a motherly thing to do, but this was somehow different to that. His heart was fluttering, his cheeks regaining some of their usually rosy colour. Fuck. He immediately looked away, staring out the window yet another time. They didn’t care for one another, so why was he putting bandages all over Dohyuns hand? It made no sense to him whatsoever, which is probably why he stayed quiet for quite a while after the apology.
Instead he focused all his senses on the pain, mostly to avoid all other scary thoughts. Well, maybe not scary but at least something in that direction.
‘Why are you even helping me? I’ve done nothing but..destroying your book I guess’, the white haired boy began and shook his head, making a grimace.

Blood had never been a sight he enjoyed especially much and now it had gathered up on the floor into a small pool already. Dohyun swallowed and closed his eyelids, trying to keep from gagging. He really didn’t like blood. It wasn’t to the extent where he’d faint if he ended up seeing it, but it was nothing he enjoyed looking at. One day he’d most likely end up killing someone and therefor being forced to look at it. Not by will of course, but he’d be able to remember every second of it.
Once again he found himself looking up towards Cora-San, with eyes that were still glistening from all the tears. For some super weird reason he felt as if he could talk to him, that he wouldn’t judge. But what if he did? No, he definitely couldn’t tell the other student about anything else. No more spilling secrets and so on, he’d already said enough.
’Anyways..thank you’, Dohyun said with a small, yet genuine, smile slowly spreading on his lips. He might not have understood the situation, however that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate it, because he totally did. It made everything feel at least a tiny bit better and that was more than enough for the moment being.

Cora-San didn't answer, not really caring that the other one chose not to tell him. It was his choice and he wouldn't pressure him, mostly because he didn't felt that he cared enough to do so. If it was someone that he was close with, sure, but they were strangers, so he had no reason to do so. Maybe Dohyun's friend should, but what did he know, maybe they knew more, hopefully, since they were supposed to be friends.

"There is no meaning for you to apologise, seeing you have nothing to apologise for" he simply said. It wasn't like the other one had done anything. Cora-San had gone after him of freewill, he had talked and stayed out of freewill, and he took care of him now, out of freewill, so why apologise. Cora-San really hated that word, especially when you said it without a good reason. People said it to easily, and when it really mattered, they rarely said it. But he didn't wish to think about that, so he concentrated on the hand. It would need proper care from Pomfrey later, but the boy wouldn't bleed all over the floors at least, and that was better than nothing. He finished the bandaging, making a knot, before he looked at Dohyun again.
"You prefer if I was an asshole and walked away?" he asked, wondering what kind of stupid question that was. But maybe it was logical, he also wondered why people helped him, not trusting their help. No one helped someone without a reason, he knew that all to well from his father. "You haven't done anything that wouldn't make me not help you. But guess it's a walled question anyway"
It was strange for him to help someone, he knew that, it was strange for him as well.
"Guess I have enough manners not to walk away, or maybe my big brother instincts kicked in, don't know. Don't really have a good answer for you" he simply said, wondering why he even had said that to the other one, and just don't 'I don't know'.

Cora-San took a step back, unsure of what to do. He really didn't felt comfortable in this situation. He guessed the only good thing, was that Dohyun seemed to feel a bit better, so he must have done something right.
"You are welcome" was all he answered, being the polite thing to do, and well it was also true. He looked at Dohyun, in a few moments of silence, and for once he thought it was uncomfortable, seeing that the situation was so strange, and he didn't like it. So he finally decided to stand up, he carefully took his coat back, feeling better at once, and looked at Dohyun, gave him a small smile, a genuine for one before he left the boy without a word, seeing that the other one should be okay, he hoped. Hoped?Jesus why did he even cared? He shook his head, he needed some coffee, before he went more crazy, and a smoke. He went to the great hall, grabbed a cup of coffee before he went out and lit a cigarette, feeling a bit better at once.