“Is everything all right?” Myungsoo’s mum asked him as he ate.

“Yeah. I’m just thinking, I guess.” Myungsoo said as he keeps on taking little bites.

“I am excited that you’re actually going on dates.” His mum said.

“Ew mum, I’m not going on dates. I don’t want to go on dates with anyone.” Myungsoo showed a disgusted face.

“But, Sung-.”

“Sungyeol is just my friend, okay mum.” Myungsoo cut her off.

“What’s wrong?” His mum said with her worried eyes looking over at Myungsoo.

“I’m like a grenade, mum. I’m a grenade and at some point, I’m going to blow up. I just want to stay away from people and read books and think. I’m not depressed. So just let me do that, okay?” Myungsoo said.

“Myungsoo.” His mum said and then choked up.

“I’m going to go to my room, okay? I’m fine. I really am fine. I just want to be alone.” Myungsoo got up from the dining table and went straight to his room and slammed himself on the bed.

Myungsoo tried to go to sleep but then after a while his mum came in.

She went in to sit next to Myungsoo on the bed and his hair gently.

“Myungsoo, you’re not a grenade, not to me. Not to anyone, I’m sure of it. You’re amazing, honey.” She said.

“Okay.”

“You don’t have to go to Support Group anymore, if you want to.” She said.

Myungsoo’s eyes lit up.

“Really, mum? Really?” He asked.

She smiled and nodded.

Myungsoo actually felt a lot better after that because somehow, he believes that his mum’s impression about his depression is lowering day by day and he seriously needs to thank Sungyeol for this.

For everything.