Return to Me 「 Lookism x M!Reader 」

Vol 2. Recovering (1)

Blood dripped down the floor, smoke emanating from the lit cigar. The young boy lied on the floor, which was splattered with blood. The boy with whip marks an a bleeding back, stared at the painting that was hung on the wall.

The contents of the painting, contained the depiction of Jesus Christ, tied to a cross. The colorful painting looked strangely out of place inside the dull, dreary room in which he layed. A large shadow befell him, as he looked at the man in front of him hopelessly.

"Father, why do people not love me?"

He asked. The man sighed as the maid put his coat on. He didn't even bother to look at his son, who was laying in a puddle of blood.

"For normal people, they only have a certain amount of love in them. They would have to divide it up to a dozen people."

He said, puffing his cigar.

"What if, I just get rid of the people that they love? Then would that love get transferred... To me?"

Silence filled the room as the man chuckled.

"You of all people should know that you and me can never receive love." The man grimaced, looking at his son. The boy looked confused, yet he didn't have the energy to say anything.

"Why?"

"Because we are monsters."

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You opened your eyes and started to gasp for air, clenching your chest as you sat up from your sleeping position. What... Was that? You could've sworn you dreamt of something important, yet you couldn't seem to remember it. Darn it. What a way to start off your day.

You got up from your bed, heading downstairs. You'd recently been discharged from the hospital a few days ago so now you were back at your home. During your time in the hospital bed, Daniel and Zoe often visited you, updating you about the things that happened in your school.

Darned it. You'd decided to make your mind up to be a part of the storyline, only to miss two months of events. Apparently, Daniel had already become a pacebook star in the duration you were in a coma. The attention whore arc and the Toto arc where Jiho was addicted to gambling and almost ruined his life were already over. The arc which was ongoing right now being the PTJ entertainment arc, where Daniel was scouted by DG and entered the PTJ as a trainee along with Duke.

You sighed, wearing your uniform as you bit your lip. This was the worst. No matter what, your priority should, and was always Jiho. Yet you failed to actually protect him from the incident you swore to protect him from. All because of some stupid hitmen that were after Vasilyev. Not to mention, Ilya as well.

You looked at the mirror in determination as you buttoned up your shirt. You'll protect Jiho from now on.

It wasn't that you liked his character and felt desperately bad for him or anything. He wasn't the best person. Rather, he was insecure. He excluded himself from the group. But you know what? You had to protect this annoying little prick. It meant that you were indirectly protecting Daniel along the way. Besides, you didn't hate Jiho either. The lookism verse revolved around looks, and it was partly society's fault that he ended that way..

No.

He was at fault. But no matter what, you didn't want him to die the way he did. Not by killing himself. You did it yourself before, and it made you feel pathetic. Like a coward who was running away from everything, blaming the world. You wanted to help him, best you could. No matter what.