Broken Pieces || Park Jisung

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  "GRANDPA, GRANDMA, DINNER'S ready!" The jolly seventeen year old Choi Minha announced, placing the last bowl of soup on the dinner table.

Her grandparents, grandpa Minhyuk and grandma Yunhee stopped arguing like an old married couple, which they literally are, and made their way to the dining room.

"Grandpa, grandma, are you guys fighting over that silly mahjong again?" Minha asked, stifling her laughter as she watched her grandma glare at her grandpa as they sat down the dinner table.

"Well he cheated. Again!"

"Maybe you're just so bad at mahjong!"

The two argued again, making Minha shake her head, a soft smile on her lips seeing the two most precious people in her life still the same.

"Grandma, I'm going to my room first. I still have to unpack."

Grandma Yunhee looked at her with brows furrowed, "What about dinner, pup?" She asked worriedly.

"I'm not hungry yet." Minha put on a smile to show that she was fine and went upstairs, entering her room. But the two older people knew that she wasn't fine. This made the two oldies sigh, their hearts aching for the girl.

"Leave her be. She must be really tired from everything that has happened." Grandpa Minhyuk placed his hands on top of his wife's, reassuring her that Minha will be fine.

"Poor child."

•••

"Hey, girl. How's the move?" Minha's bestfriend, Han Jia spoke through the phone, her face being shown on the screen.

Minha was now lying down on her bed, boxes filled with her clothes, medals and trophies were left untouched, scattered all across the room.

"It's okay. I've missed gran and pops alot." Minha answered with a smile, she genuinely missed the old couple.

A sigh was being heard from the other line, "Good then. How about you, are you okay?" Jia cautiously asked her best fried who fell silent.

Minha smiled at the camera, "Of course I'm okay! Have you forgotten who you're talking to? You're talking to the happy virus, Choi Minha!"

I'm not okay, though. Please ask me again if I'm okay. Please.

Jia laughed at her friend's silliness. "Whatever, miss happy virus." Minha smiled. An empty one, without a hint of emotion. The smile she wore was neutral.

"Jia, I gotta go. I still have to unpack." She lied, immediately ending the call.

Minha let out a sigh, an attempt to bring all these weighed down emotions in her chest but as usual, they remain, growing heavier each day.

She wanted to escape. She wanted to breathe.

She looked at her bedside table, being greeted by the photo that was placed above it. She smiled bitterly as her eyes gazed on his face. Tears started to well up in her eyes.

Don't cry. You weak, shit. Don't.

None of this wouldn't have happened if you weren't being so hard headed! She thought to herself, slapping her forehead over and over again.

After minutes of verbally abusing herself, she finally stood up. Slipping in a hoodie and saying, "I'll go buy myself some snacks gran!" She smiled at her then went out, her smile fading.

Minha lied. She wasn't going to buy herself some snacks. She didn't have a destination in mind. She just went to where her feet took her. A destination where she didn't have to cross any roads.