“I don’t care!”

“Sungyeol-ah, Watch out!!”

“Don’t… leave… us…”

“Sungyeol-ah…..Remember…. When you love someone….. you have to make them happy... at all cost…. Thank you…. and remember I love you sungyeol-ah…. I love everyone……”

Sungyeol opens his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he hyperventilates recalling the dream he had. He doesn’t know how to stop it.He can’t.He hadn’t had that dream in awhile now, and he thinks he’s crazy for the relief that he still remembers what happened, the anguish.

The pain.

Everything.

He pants out trying to gather much needed oxygen when he feels like suffocating. Like the corners of his walls were nearing in, like drowning,

He closes his eyes and tries. He tries to remember his face. He tries to remember his smile. He tries to remember Myungsoo. He breathes out in ragged breath.

thankfully, it does work.

But even when his tears stop along with his pants, the scar left will be there and he is willing to hurt once again.

Because it was his fault.

And everyone should hate him.

Myungsoo doesn’t know why he feels strange the first thing he stepped inside the school despite that this day should be one of the few happiest day of the school year, he feels like something is bound to happen and something precious to him might be taken away.

He’s suddenly reminded of what sunggyu told him.

“Hyung, why do you have to be so rude to her?” He glares at sunggyu. “She did nothing to you”

“You don’t know anything, myungsoo” Sunggyu growls. “You’re lucky you’re…” Despite angry, myungsoo wants sunggyu to continue his sentence because he knows there’s got to be a reason why sunggyu’s acting immature.

But instead the older gave him a shake of a head. “You know what” Sunggyu heaves “You should just.. Start taking care of things that really matters to you” before going.

Maybe it was because he woke up because of a strange dream of someone—he doesn’t remember—or that he almost couldn’t make it at school because he was la—

“O-oppa” His thoughts are stopped once he hears the voice of Minah. Although relief doesn’t wash over him he does find a tinge of happiness when he hears her voice.

“Oh” He smiles at her “Minah-yah”

Minah looks down, her face forlorn, myungsoo noticing right away, crouching to get a better look of her face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”