Virus..this was all my stupid fault. How could I have not even thought on it..and now they’re all contaminated..if they died it’d be my fault..and if that happened I deserved hell right..? but if they had a virus..they’d have to have a cure..but i wouldn’t even know where or even what that cure looks like..
I let out a frustrated shout, cursing the air, the clouds, sky, ground, earth, cursing everything, I should be dead. If I was, none of this BS would’ve happened. Its all my fault. Everything is always my fault.
I hurry down the neon lit street, towards what I hoped was the building. I keep my head down as I walk, staring at the cement beneath my feet, wishing a black hole opened up and took me in..
I see it up ahead when a sudden pain clutches my chest and I double over, my breath knocked out of me as I gasp. I feel my breathing gets shallow and I feel like my lungs wouldn’t expand enough, leaving me to choke.
I put my head down, moving into a child’s pose, and try to calm myself, hoping it would pass, but when I felt the first drop of sweat bead my forehead, I knew what was coming.
A hand grips my shoulder and my head jerks up in response to the strong grip,
“Are you alright hyung?” Minho asks, looking more than a little concerned.
I look past him to see no one else.
“You should--be in quarantine..” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“So should you,” he takes my arm and pulls me up but I double back over as a pain in my ribs hits me when i s