— 「 walking on thin ice 」; luhan ✖ narae
Fingers twitching, head bowed down as heavy pants escaped his slightly parted lips, Luhan was overwhelmed by nothing but uneasiness and panic. He was seated on the ground, back leaning against a tree as he hugged his knees closer to his chest, trying to calm himself down but the attempt was evidently futile. His gaze flickered around the secluded place, needing the reassurance that no one was around to see him.
He was thinking of her again, and it was getting dangerous. He knew this for a fact. It would only be a matter of time before he completely loses himself and most possibly, lose her. He shook his head frantically. No —he wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't.
Raising one of his trembling hands to the black scarf messily and loosely wrapped around his neck, he unconsciously held his breath as he felt an empty feeling wash over him. Slowly, he pulled the scarf down to reveal his thin, pale neck littered with scars. He trailed the tips of his fingers along the slight bumps, muttering the same word under his breath repeatedly when he felt the desperate need to inflict another wound or perhaps, as his other persona would call it, another trophy.
"Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic,-...."
The blond swallowed the anxiety building up in his throat before biting down on his bottom lip, frantically covering up his neck once again with the soft, black fabric. He needed to pull himself together.
He hastily stood up, intending to go back where the others are when he heard audible footsteps; the crunching of leaves easily heard in the quiet night. Feeling his body stiffening up, he immediately looked around to find the source of the sound.
What greeted him was the person he would have least expected to see; it was Narae. He felt his throat closing up and for a moment, he felt like he was going to faint. Instead, he cleared his throat before parting his lips to speak, his timid voice too low, but he hoped it was loud enough for the girl to hear.
"Q-Quite nice seeing you here, Narae..."