Mirae’s POV

I heard voices outside the bedroom and assumed that Sehun had come home. Good, then I might as well ask him some questions... I thought. I let my hair lay down my shoulders and put on a knitted big sweater and a pair of Luhan’s baggy pants, and then I opened the door. “...I will never force Mirae into something she doesn’t want to do,” I heard Luhan say. I raised a brow. Didn’t Sehun already know that? I wandered to the living room mindlessly, looking down at the floor tiredly.

“I understand. I’m sorry.” My head jerked up fast hearing my brother’s voice. I turned the corner and saw him sitting down on the couch; Luhan sitting on the other one. Jongin heard my footsteps and instantly got up on his feet. He had a smile on his face, but I did not feel like smiling back. How can he smile when he didn’t do  back at the court house earlier? Jongin saw my glare and his smile vanished. “M-Mirae...” he stuttered. I switched my attention to Luhan who sat with his rubric’s cube, not giving a rat’s about my annoyance.

“Luhan...”

“He wanted to come in and apologise so I let him in and he apologised. What can I say? I’m not in the mood for another fight...” Luhan muttered in reply. “By the way, before you decide to throw him out: he’s got something important to tell us.” I sighed. Truthfully, I didn’t want another fight either, and somewhere I knew the reason why Jongin hadn’t said a word earlier; he knew it wouldn’t help. Instead of being mad, I took a few more deep breaths and erased it from my memory, resulting in a tight hug. Jongin hugged me back and nuzzled his face in my neck. Luhan kept solving his cube in record time, and I had been told by Sehun that whenever he did such a thing he was worn out and fed up with basically everything. He simply needed some space. I let go of Jongin and placed a light kiss on his cheek. Now he smiled, and it stayed there.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, the guilt oozing out.

“It’s all right. Just tell us the bad news. What did they say after we left?” I asked, caressing the back of his hand soothingly. Jongin glanced at Luhan then looked down at our hands.

“Well, first of all, they both apologised on your behalf. Secondly, they are furious...”

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Luhan murmured venomously. His voice was trembling, though, but I doubted Jongin noticed because he set his jaw. I squeezed his hand.

“And? What else?” I said, helping him focus his attention on me instead of Luhan. Last thing I needed was that they argued now that they finally were ‘friends,’ or rather ‘not enemies’.

“Father sent me here to persuade you into divorcing...him,” Jongin mumbled. “Luhan, I mean,” he corrected himself. The sound of Luhan’s fingers turning and twisting the cube’s sides around ceased almost immediately as he and I both became paralysed out of shock. We stared at Jongin who lowered his head. My grip around Jongin’s hand loosened and I brought up the hand to my mouth, muffling any sounds that I feared might come out. Even if it was a whimper or just a sob, I needed to keep my composure. I had done it so far, hence refused to lose it now. Luhan stared blankly in front of him. Jongin opened his mouth but I held a finger to it and stood up, very unsteadily. The emotions going through my body were a mixture of old ones and new ones; meaning the old ones told me to be happy and cry out in joy whilst the new emotions were: devastation, fury and humiliation. I staggered to the nearest wall, got a hold of it and, facing it, started weeping quietly. My legs began to sway and soon my knees buckled under me. The small thud broke the silence, causing both Luhan and Jongin to come out of their trances.

“How...HOW do they still have the ING balls to do that after EVERYTHING we’ve gone through?!” Luhan screamed ferociously. I jumped as his rubric’s cube hit to wall on the opposite side of the room with such force it must’ve left a mark. “It’s like they sense happiness and feel sick of it and just destroy it! Blast out all ammunition they possess, at us!”

“I am so sorry...” Jongin whispered. “If there is anything I can-”

“Yes! There is! You can go tell them to THEMSELVES!” Luhan replied. “...” I turned my back to the wall, using it for support. Luhan had sat down on the couch again, hysteria reading all over his face and body language. He was hyperventilating; his fingers digging into his hair and his breath being heavy and disjointed. I was afraid he was going to hurt himself, and therefore I got up to my feet and rushed over to him. I fell down on my knees in front of him and tried to force his hands off of his head. By now, he rocked back and forth forcefully. Due to the energy he spent on having his panic attack, Luhan had lost some of his strength which made it easier for me to successfully remove his hands. I held them in mine, pressing my lips