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*WARNING: REFERENCES TO ABUSE AND SUICIDE*
"...and Y/N.  If I were you, it would be best to stay away from me..."
Moving to a new school was difficult for you but even more difficult was the strange boy named Park Jisung.  
To you, he was a puzzle that you couldn't quite solve.
To him, you were the most important person by his side.
To you, he was mysterious.
He had a secret.
You had to find out.  Even if it put your life in danger.
The question was, would you survive?

By My Side| NCT Jisung

***Guide: lines marked with "*" represent inner thoughts


Renjun looked up from his gaming computer as the younger boy walked in, his brown hair bouncing as he sheepishly closed the door of the dorm room and sat down on the bed, putting his backpack next to his desk. The boy proceeded to flop onto the bed like a pancake.


"Why don't you talk to the girl next to you in science, Jisung?" Jisung looked at his roommate with an expression of pure innocence that masked his seriousness. He didn't even know that his roommate was even in his science class. Oh, wait. Renjun sat in front of Y/N in science. 


"Umm...I thought it wasn't best to know her. You know."


Renjun shook his head with a sigh, wondering why and how he had even become friends with Jisung in the first place. The first thing that Jisung had ever said to him was a warning about not getting to know him when they had first met as roommates in their apartment, but Renjun had become friends with him nonetheless.


"Fair point, but you need to make some friends with other people outside the group, at least. You should enjoy being young for some change."


"It's not that. I just don't want her to be involved with me. It's too dangerous." Jisung replied, making wide gestures in the air with his hands to solidify his point.


Renjun smiled," Ooh, does someone already have a crush?" He laughed when Jisung's cheeks turned bright pink.


"It's not like what you are thinking." Jisung said, ducking his head, " I don't want to a girl attached to me if something bad happens." then in a quieter voice, "And I don't like Y/N."


Renjun rolled his eyes, amused, but decided not to push the topic further, "Jeno is out getting food for dinner, and ChenLe wants us to meet up at his place if you aren't busy."


The younger boy understood," Nothing, tonight."


Renjun raised his eyebrows as Jisung quickly dug his phone out of his pocket. Since when did Jisung ever contact anyone?


The boy didn't look up, his face expressionless for the time being, "A client." After that, Renjun didn't push that topic.


Because what was Jisung's business stayed as Jisung's business.


-Unknown POV: 6 years prior to present day-


"P-please don't." the little boy inched towards a corner of the room as his mother towered over him with an empty beer bottle clenched in her hand. The boy cowered, whimpering, waiting for the inevitable.  


"You are a disgrace, you punk. I wish you were never born!"


There was the sound of breaking glass and the sound of angry hands. The sound of a loud cry.


An older boy burst into the room and threw himself in front of the crying little boy. He turned to face his mother.  The mother he dreaded. 


"Please don't hurt my brother! Not my little brother!"


Blood ran between the younger boy's fingers as he attempted to stop the bleeding from his forehead.  His large doe eyes gazed up at his older brother in awe and relief.


Three weeks later, the older brother threw himself in front of a bus during a busy rush hour.  The driver didn't even have time to press the brake.  


Woojin died on the way to the hospital. 


A note was found in his pocket, a piece of paper torn out of a school notebook:


Sorry. I'm so sorry.  I love you.  Jihoon.  Jisung.  Forgive me because you don't deserve to be alone with her. ~W


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