They said he was dangerous. That he wasn’t worth my time nor attention, because people like him only left a trail of disappointment and most of all; pain. They pushed you away, they damaged you because they were too obsessed being inside their own walls that they couldn’t step out of them, nor could they let anyone in.“He is a troubled boy, you can’t help him,” one girl in my chemistry class told me, but for what reason I don’t remember.Maybe I was staring.I was just looking at his jacket.It was black. Foreword"I was born sick, but I love it," - Hoizer (Take Me To Church)I dont even know myselfI had Take Me To Church on replay, and this was born.Its MyungYeol; told from Sungyeols point of view.But really, it can be any pair you want it to be.I hope you like it.This is a rather sad, somber text which involves mentions and light use of sex, abuse and death. ​This story will not be rated.You have been warned.Comment, Subsrcibe... Enjoy.-MyHeaven