#and we all know Mei doesn't shy away from saying exactly what she thinks

[dr-chalk]

Demon Bull Family

[radiorenjun]

Hug. ⅰ

→Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader

→Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

→Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Attempt Suicide and mentions of self degrading, insecurities, anxiety, negative thoughts, physical injuries.

→Looking from the perspective of Liu Yangyang, the boy who bullied a girl to the point she had a scar to burden both of their lives. He lived on with a heavy heart until he finally enters college and bumps into a girl with a familiar scar and the same tattoo on her wrist as his.

→ Chapters: ⅰ, ii

12 years old.

Yangyang leaned against the table, joking around with his friends during recess. His gummy smile bright and wide as he laughed at his friend's jokes, his fists inside his hoodie pockets as he spoke.

"Did you know my sister found her soulmate on her first day of college?" a girl behind him exclaimed excitedly. "That's so cute! I wonder when I'll meet mine. I can't wait to see what my tattoo looks like!" her friend gushed, rubbing her left wrist with a dreamy sigh.

Soulmates.

At age 16, a tattoo will start appearing on your left wrist. Creating a special bond between two people, binding them together for all of eternity. People strive to find their other half to feel completed, those who failed to do so would have to wander the earth til the heavens pick them up.

"Gross! Soulmates are disgusting! You're gonna get fricking cooties!" his friend gagged in disgust. "Shut up, you drama queen. You're gonna have one when you're 16, doofus." Yangyang snickered, lightly punching his friend's shoulder.

"True. But I'd like to enjoy my non-cootie life while I still can, Yangyang." his friend stuck his tongue out teasingly at him causing his other friends to chuckle. "You do know cooties aren't real right?" His other friend retorted, pushing his glasses up from falling from the bridge of his nose.

"They're not?!" his friend exclaimed in shock, but was quickly interrupted by their class teacher entering the room with a girl trailing right behind her shyly. "Alright, settle down, class!" she spoke with a clap of her hands once she put down her stationary on her table.

Yangyang quickly ran to his table, slouching in his chair lazily as he and his friends snickered and giggled. His hand went to grab his pen and started clicking on its ends as his teacher began speaking.

"I'm happy to announce that we have a new student joining our class from now on!" the teacher exclaimed, putting a hand on the young girl's back and gently pushed her forward.

Yangyang's half lidded gaze tore away from his friends to the girl standing shyly infront of the class. "Please, introduce yourself." the teacher coaxed gently at the girl who nodded and reached into her bag to pull out a small notebook and a pencil.

She began writing on it, this attracted the whole class's attention. 'What the heck is she doing?' Yangyang pondered, his brows furrowed with curiousity. Soon she smiled at her classmates who were staring curiously at her before flipping her notebook to reveal what she had written.

Written in big letters was

'Hello, I'm y/n l/n. I don't speak very properly. Please cooperate with me so we can be good friends throughout the school year! :)'

This soon caused whispers to erupt all around class, whispering how sympathetic they felt for the poor girl and how they would make her feel as comfortable here as possible. Yangyang, however, couldn't stop looking at the girl who was told to sit down at an empty desk near his.

'What's up with her? Why can't she speak?' Yangyang's young mind pondered as he stared at the girl adjusting to her surroundings as the girls nearby introduced themselves to the mute girl. Soon the class grew quiet once the teacher told them to open their books to Chapter Five.

"What's with that new kid?" Yangyang asked his peers as he joined his group in a game of soccer in the school field. "Who? Y/n?" his friend asked with a tilt of his head and a raise of his brow.

"Yeah, she's pretty weird dontcha think?" Yangyang said as he kicked the ball towards the net. "Yeah, she kinda is. I mean, why can't she talk though?" his friend agreed with a nod, stepping back to catch the ball the keeper threw back.

"Well, she is mute, you knuckleheads. She can't speak, though, I think she can hear just fine." his friend spoke with a click of his tongue. "Alright, Professor. I didn't ask," Yangyang spat at his friend before a familiar girl caught his eye.

That new kid.

She was talking to Mei Liao, carrying that same exact notebook with her, writing down in it once every few minutes. He chuckled as an idea popped into his head like a light bulb being turned on.

He let out a small "psst" at his mates, attracting their attention as he grabbed the ball with the soles of his shoes from his friend. "Watch this," he smirked as he kicked the ball towards the girl, hitting her exactly on her back.

Y/n fell to the ground at the impact. Her notebook and pencil lying on the tiled floor, Mei yelling out her name in concern as the ball bounced to the wall and rolled right infront of them.

"Sorry! Can you pass it back, please!" Yangyang grinned as he jogged up to the girls with his hands in his pockets. Mei was on her knees helping y/n get up to her feet, which y/n then proceeded to grab the ball and handed it to him.

He saw her smile gently at him as she kindly passed the ball back. He didn't know why but that kind smile made his blood heat up, why was she being so nice after he just kicked a ball at her?

"Yangyang! You should've been careful with that!" Mei scolded, giving y/n her book and pencil back. Yangyang rolled his eyes, "it was an accident, sheesh. Plus look, y/n's fine. You're just overreacting, Mei." he scoffed.

Mei was about to retort at the young boy but was stopped when y/n layed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look that says "it's okay". His eyes met her kind ones as she gave him a soft polite smile, showing how sincere she was.

Yangyang raised his brow at the girl before he let out a small scoff and started walking back to the field where his friends were giggling at his actions, ignoring the eyes of Mei that was boring into his skull.

"Dude, that was hilarious!" his friend laughed. "Poor girl didn't even see it coming!" he added, Yangyang's mood enlighten slightly when he saw that his friends were laughing at what he just did, but the kind smile on that girl's face made his blood boil.

"Duh," Yangyang snickered, "that's why I did it." he stated, looking at the corner of his eyes where he could see Y/N talking to an angered Mei with a bright smile on her face. Why did Yangyang feel so angry?

As the weeks went by, Yangyang continued to mercilessly tease and bully y/n without any remorse.

He would bump his shoulder forcefully against hers purposely, ignoring her confused gaze as he didn't spare her a glance when doing so. He would stick out his foot so she would trip and fall to the floor, leaving their classmates laughing at her. He would make snarky comments bout her when she was around.

But yet, the girl still smiled. It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing that smile appear everytime their eyes meet.

One day, when Yangyang finished his soccer practice after school, he was just bout to head home with his friends when his friend, Marc, spoke. "Hey Yangyang, there's that y/n. I think she's walking over to us."

Yangyang and his friend turned to see the mute girl running up to them with her notebook in her hand. Yangyang rolled his eyes as his friends continued to speak. "What's she still doing in school? No one's usually here unless they join the sport clubs." Sang whispered.

Yangyang's brow raised as the girl came to a stop right infront of him with her notebook in her hand. She stretch out her hand, gesturing him to read what she had written on the lined paper. Yangyang raised his brow, "What the heck is this?" he asked.

' Yangyang. Are you mad at me?'

His eyes darted from the paper to her shy ones, that smile was there. "Yah, can't you speak for yourself? Your handwriting is barely readable." he mocked. The girl let out a pout before doing hand gestures, which made Yangyang clenched his teeth.

Right. The girl taught everyone in class some sign language to help communicate better when she doesn't bring her notebook.

"I can't understand you, you freak." he spat, tucking his hands in his pockets to look tough. Suddenly, y/n pointed at herself. Then at him. Before intertwining both her fingers together, this made his eyes widen.

His friends bawled out laughing hysterically behind him, "Yangyang! Oh my God!" they laughed as Yangyang's cheeks began to flush red at the sight of her hands intertwining. What is this girl thinking? Is she out of her mind?

"Yangyang are you really gonna-" before another word was spewed out of his friend's mouth, he angrily grabbed the girl's notebook and tossed it away to the bushes. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed at the girl who flinched at his loud tone.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he shouted, but y/n ignored him to fetch her notebook from the bushes, carefully leaning over and holding onto the wall for support. "Is this girl for real?" his friend laughed as he nudged Yangyang's shoulder.

Yangyang huffed angrily before walking off, "let's go, guys." he grumbled, grabbing his two friends by the bag and pulling them with him as they howled with laughter at the sight that had just been displayed infront of them.

That kid is going to get it.

The day Yangyang finally got too far with his selfish acts is the day where his world started to crumble down right infront of his eyes. The next day after those incidents was the day Yangyang's bullying got worse.

He would speak badly bout the girl to her friends, causing everyone to leave her alone. The other girls talked bout her behind her back, and some even start joining in on pushing her during classes.

It went so far until her only loyal friend, Mei, was bullied as well. She was bullied as she was one of the overweight students of their class, and being friends with the bullied mute girl with the notebook wasn't helping. It got to the point she had requested on moving schools the next week, leaving the quiet, meek y/n all alone.

A few weeks after, Yangyang was being his usual self. He sat down on his chair, his back leaning lazily as he clicked the ends of his pen while listening to his friends' story. He spaced out, staring into the walls without a thought, his friends' words muffled in his ears.

Suddenly, he spot the oh-so-familiar girl behind chased by her female bullies who was pushing her mercilessly as she ran. Yangyang's eyes sparked with mischief and excitement as he watched her run around the class, laughter filling the room.

He clicked his tongue when he spotted her running towards his way. He smirked when he stuck his foot out right at the right moment, feeling her foot trip over his and waiting to hear the sound of her hands making contact with the tiled floor. His eyes widened at the sound of a loud crash, the piercing sound of table and chair moving forcefully made his eyes turned to see the sight before him.

Y/n was on her knees, her hands cupping half of her face. The tables and chairs behind him was moved away from the strong impact, he watched as the girl stood up in the silent classroom as everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned to look what was going on.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" a girl asked, leaning from the chair with her knee on it and her hands supporting herself with the tables beside her. Y/n nodded, her eyes was stinging with tears at the pain she was feeling but nonetheless she didn't feel that bad.

Her knees were scraped badly and when she removed her hands from her face, that's when everyone freaked out. Yangyang's eyes widened at the sight of the girl before him, his body tensed in his seat.

"Y/n! You're bleeding!" someone exclaimed, pointing at the blood dripping down the young girl's smiling lips. There was a huge scar on her lip, blood was oozing down rapidly, staining her chin. Shock overtook the girl's features as she looked down at her palm, fear filling her pupils as she froze on the spot, not knowing what to do with the dull ache in her mouth.

"Someone call the teacher!"