Curly [a Kpop Fanfiction]

XVII

I walked into a Felix's room and called out to the first person I saw. I opened the door and there were more people than I thought in there and all their eyes were glued on me when I entered. The sudden unwanted attention made my eyes suddenly water. I looked and saw Minho sitting on the bed.

"Minho." I called out quietly. "C-can you come w-with me?" I began to suddenly hiccup, as I was about to start crying. I tried to blink faster but to no avail I started sobbing and brought my hands up to my face. I just wanted someone to keep me company but I hated crying in front of people, which made me cry harder. I took a step backward in attempt to try and retreat back to my room.

"N-never-m-" I began to say when suddenly I was engulfed into an extremely comforting hug. I quickly hugged back and hid my face in his shoulder, sobbing harder.

"It's okay Samantha. I'm here." Minho whispered. I grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, my fingertips accidentally grazing his lower back, and pulled him closer to me. His hand stroked through my braids.

"You wanna go back to your room?" I just nodded. He turned me around and walked me back to my room closing the door on the other guys. I sat on my bed quieting my sobs to silent tears as he grabbed my rolly chair and placed it in front of me. He sat in it and looked at me; I looked past him.

"Samantha?" He asked trying to get my attention. I looked at him but refused to open my mouth in fear that I'd start crying again. Looking into his eyes made me feel vulnerable but I didn't break eye contact and pressed my lips into a thin line. "You have to talk to me so that I know how you feel. Don't shut yourself off from the world." He move  d from the chair to the bed. "Let me in."

"Let you in?! Everyone's been giving me the silent treatment, since they found out." I pushed him harshly. "As my friends, I would have thought that you all would have comforted me when you found out, not isolate me for half the day! Especially you Minho." I added the last sentence quietly.

"Me?"

"Yes you. I know you can't tell or you act like you don't notice. But I'm the most comfortable around you. I tell you things that I don't even tell Chan or Felix; and I've known them longer. So yes. It hurts."

I started crying again but Minho didn't try to force me to talk, he just held me. After I calmed down, we sat in silence for a couple minutes.

"I don't know why I'm crying." I said suddenly. He looked at me and encouraged me to continue although it was in English. I sighed and switched to Korean.

"Well, I know that my mom and sisters still loved me and that they didn't treat me any differently. But it just sucks, ya know, to know that everything you've ever been told your whole life was a lie. And now I suddenly have never met my now dead father, who's Korean, and now I have half-siblings, that I've never met. And the whole world's looking to me to see what my next move is. But honestly..." I began to get worked up again. Minho stroked my hair again, placing them over my shoulder. I sighed.

"I have no idea what my next move is. I don't know if I want to meet the other half of my family, or even attend my dad's funeral. Does that make me a bad daughter?" I asked.

"No. It doesn't. Samantha the problem is that you're placing all the blame on yourself, but none of it is your fault. You just learned about all of this. So no one would hold it against you if you don't go. Okay?" Minho said comfortingly. I nodded and engulfed him into a hug. He was taken aback and hesitated for a second before hugging me back.

"Thanks Minho, for being here and for listening."

"Thanks for opening up." We pulled away and fell backwards on the bed looking up at the ceiling. We sat in a calm silence.