I don’t know how long I sat there like that. Frozen, tense, unable to breathe properly it seemed, and then Seunghyun enters with Key who’s got tear streaks on his face, but doesn’t seem to be fighting anymore. The man with the gun stays still until T.O.P frees Kibum, and then they’re both gone, and I hear the door lock shut.
Key stands there. And I get up, walking over to him,
“Are you alright?” I put an arm around him trying to provide some sort of comfort, “What did he do to you?”
He shakes his head, pushes me away, and moves to his bed.
“Key,” I follow him, “I know you’ve been here for two months now, but-”
“Leave me alone, hyung.”
I stare at his back as he turns away from me.
First Jonghyun now him? Why’d they both hate me?
“What did I do wrong?” I ask, wanting an answer to his coldness.
“You thought I was dead, didn’t you?” he speaks still not looking at me.
I freeze. I had started to believe that awhile back...but I pulled it together.
“No.” I speak.
“Liar.” he speaks, “I saw the look on your face when you first saw me. You looked so surprised like I was some ghost.”
“That’s not true.”
“Will you stop it! Just admit it! No one tried to find me. No one cared. How hard did SM try?”
“SM? Well we weren't given any leads so what could anyone do? It’s not our or SM’s fault.”
“What are you to SM Onew?” he speaks bitterly in a tone I’d never heard.
“Huh?” I speak, “What do you mean?”
“What are we to