Just Another Day.
Just Another Nothing.
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I awoke to an unfamiliar face smiling down at me.
"Good Morning! I'm Lee Taemin, One of Minho and Jonghyun's friends. We've briefly met before, though you may not remember..." I stared at him for a second then it dawned on me. He was that one nice boy who had noticed I was crying. Why was he here?... Had they told him what happened? I sincerely hope they did not.
"Don't worry, They haven't told me what happened. I'm sure if you wanted me to know what happened you would tell me, but you don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable." I nodded showing I understood wondering how he knew what I was thinking...
"Okay so first they said I should check your temperature..." I shook my head and pointed to the notepad and pen, I wanted to know why he was here first... Had Jonghyun and Minho asked him so I wouldn't have to burden them anymore? He handed it to me and I wrote down the question and showed it to him.
"Oh, They didn't ask me to come. What happened was I asked them why they had been missing school they said they were helping out an injured friend so I told them I could help for at least one day so they could catch up on their school work. They didn't want me to but I'm very stubborn." He laughed lightly smiling at me brightly then moving to help me sit up. I didn't want him to be here he was a nice kid. He seemed like someone who could do so many great things with his life. Like he could be one of those people that everyone just loves because they are so nice. The exact opposite of me. I didn't want to corrupt such a beautiful life with my darkness. I don't want the weight of my depression bringing him down with me. He needed to stay away from me because if he doesn't I might ruin him.
After he helped me sit up he went to get the thermometer. He handed it to me so I could put it in my ear. Once I was finished I handed it back to him.
"Your temperature is going down that is good!" He grinned.
Even if it was going down I sl felt like . My throat was feeling slightly better but only slightly. I still could barely swallow anything without wincing in pain. I every time I tried to step out of bed to the bathroom I still needed someone to help me because my feet had barely healed from the rough bottom of the pond and I just got so dizzy every time I went to stand. My torso protested every time I tried to even move just a little sitting up was very painful. The words he carved into my body burning with pain. And over all with my high temperature and everything I felt really foggy so that plus the emotional stress is making me more miserable than I normally am. Which is hard to do.
"Would you like something to eat?" His smile only made me feel worse, I can't believe someone like him would want to take care of me. I feel like such a burden. I shook my head no, I don't need food plus I don't want to make him do anymore than he has to so we can just quickly get this day over with and he can get far away from me where he should be.
"Oh come on, You need to eat." He insisted. I shook my head again.
"Well, I'm getting you something whether you like it or not." He crossed his arms staring stubbornly down at me. I realized he wouldn't give up so I just nodded.
"Good! I'll be back soon okay?" I nodded once more.
He returned shortly with a bottle of water and a bowl of soup, and for the first time in days someone actually lets me feed myself. As I ate we sat in a comfortable silence. My mind began to drift back to last night...
"Key, We need to talk, There's something important I need to tell you...Something I should've told you a long time ago..."
He told me everything, how he loved me, how his mother told him it was wrong, how he denied his feelings for me for so long, how sorry he was, and how he still loved me a little and hoped that somehow we could possibly become friends again. My first thought was No. There was no way he was telling the truth no way he could love me. But then I looked into his eyes and the look in them told me he wasn't lying. He didn't hate me, at first for maybe a second I was happy but then I realized it didn't matter... Not now. Not after everything he put me through. Not all it was his fault but he could've at least stayed with me... I know how bad his parents were but still! He didn't have to listen to them, it doesn't make up for what he has done. A part of me felt like a burden had been lifted now that I knew he actually didn't hate me. But the rest of me felt hurt, betrayal, rage, and hatred. The hatred was not towards Minho but towards myself for being so fragile.
Though I knew I shouldn't speak,I needed to let my throat heal, I tried to anyway.
"G-Get... Out." Barely slipped through my lips coming out as a horribly hoarse and painful whisper as I held in tears. His words had broken something in me. It was as if they had broken a dam that held in all my emotions that were once kept away and ignored but now rushing forth and I was too weak to even try to repair it.
"Key..." He began to walk towards me.
I tried to peak again but it wouldn't work, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I curled up in a ball, ignoring how painful it was and just cried. Minho reached for me and I swatted his hand away. He stared at me for a few seconds with an unreadable expression on his face I thought he was going to leave but he didn't. He sat on the bed then pulled me into his arms. He kept apologizing and apologizing and all I could do was cry. Being in his arms just made me cry more, It had been years since I had been in this position. It was being held in his arms all those years ago that made me realize my feelings for him, it was where we kissed that night. Being in his arms had only led me to pain I should be fighting back. I should be resisting him but I couldn't I was weak and tired. Both emotionally and physically. So I just let him hold me even after I finished crying.
It wasn't the same as it used to be, this used to be my favorite place but now it was almost pleasant but also unpleasant. It wasn't like being in Jonghyun's arms... Now I just really wanted Minho to leave. Nothing he could say or do could make up for all that has happened. I was suddenly exhausted. I pushed at Minho weakly. He pulled back and looked down at me. I just blankly stared back. He had a small smile on his face as he let go of me and got off of the bed. As soon as I laid back down I began to drift into sleep and I barely heard it when Minho said:
"Good night, Kibum." As he shut the door. For a brief second it dawned on me that he called me Kibum for the first time in his life before I slowly drifted to sleep.
I finished the soup holing back a sigh. I was really hoping Jonghyun would come back with Minho. I'm not sure if it was because I didn't want to face Minho alone or because I missed him because I hadn't seen him the day before... Moving on. I am not excited to see Minho, I mean how am I supposed to start being friends with him again? It will never be the same. Normally I don't like seeing Minho but now I really don't want to see him. Taemin noticed I finished the soup and took the bowl from me. I sunk back down into the bed... This was going to be a long day.
Taemin had left a few minutes ago and surprisingly it wasn't Minho that took his place but Jonghyun. I didn't ask why Minho wasn't here and Jonghyun didn't say anything. Honestly I was relieved.
"Miss me?" Jonghyun smirked and I just glared at him and shook my head.
"Oh come on, you didn't see me at all yesterday you must have been lost without me." He grinned as he sat down on the side of the bed. I shook my head again crossing my arms over chest.
"Oh, I'm wounded." He said dramatically over his heart. I felt the corners of my lips pull up at this.
"Ha! I did it! I made you smile again." He sounded pleased with himself. I immediately tried to put a frown on my face. I couldn't do this, happiness only leads to disappointment.
"So Kibum...", Jonghyun started, "Did he tell you?" I immediately knew what he was talking about. Minho must have told Jonhyun before he told me. I nodded my head to indicate yes.
"Look Kibum I know he can never make up for what has happened but I think you should try to be friends with him. I think it would be good for both of you."
I didn't respond. I just couldn't see any way I could be friends with Minho nor do I even want to be friends with him. To my silence Jonghyun just shook his head and sighed.
"You know the reason Minho isn't here is because he went to your Grandparents house to tell your Grandfather you aren't coming home until you're fully healed. Your Grandfather isn't happy you're here and you know what he's like when he's unhappy. And Minho is going over there to tell your Grandfather off. He doesn't have to Kibum, But he is because he cares about you." I just stared at him shocked.
The only thought racing through my mind was:
Minho is going to get hurt; badly. And it's all my fault.
This chapter is short but it's kind of just a necessary filler so I can progress further with the plot~
Sorry for any mistakes I missed~
Hope you enjoyed~
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