003: Questions, Phones, Answers, and Hyungs.
THIS Is The Reality I WantedJonghyun's p.o.v.
"What's up?" Key asked me, making me sigh.
"I'm h-here for a different r-reason this time." I stuttered out.
Key immediately turned off the stove, which he had just .
Probably to sauté some of the veggies.
He pulled out a bar stool and I scooted closer to him on the counter.
"She doesn't care." I started, rambling on from then.
"She threw her notebook at me. Then she threw her laptop a few days later. Her ing
laptop. She started crying, because I hit it with a hammer. But I still have the notebook.
I found some pictures of us together. I took some money, and that's when I came here.
I don't know what to do, Key. What am I supposed to do? I don't want to go back. I can't
go back. Not now. I can't live with her if she only gives two s about her job and pays
absolutely no attention to me. What if she never cared? She wouldn't care if I went
diving into a volcano with a hippo. She'd probably be happy, actually. I just. Don't want
to live anymore. At all."
That was just about where I got to before the tears started spilling uncontrollably.
All I remembered was Key jumping up on the counter, wrapping me in an embrace, and
my hair as I cried to sleep, still in his arms.
Key's p.o.v.
I swear, hyung's mom is too damn selfish.
How could she treat someone blood-related like that?
Jonghyun hyung kept sobbing like he'd never breathe again.
His body kept losing energy as he leaned on mine.
I kept his fluffy hair, remembering how it was a good way I fell asleep, and in a
matter of minutes, he was sleeping, still whining every once in a while.
I carefully lifted his head from my shoulder and made him lay down across the counter,
using my lap as a pillow.
Cautiously, I took out my phone and texted Minho to come to the kitchen, saying I
needed his help. After he came into the room, "Help me." was breathed barely audibly
from my mouth, making sure that hyung doesn't wake up.
Minho picked up Jonghyun hyung, carried him in his arms and laid him down in my bed,
tucking him in before leaving the room.
"He looks like he's been crying. Did something happen?" I shook my head no and told
him not to worry before turning back to my vegetables.
When I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist, I smirked and put down the
knife.
Food will have to wait.
Again.
~~sinaelee99~~
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