This is home - SungHyuck

- three

I locked myself in the bathroom and switched on the lights. There is still no difference in the lighting since the bulb is about to burn out, leaving the bathroom dim. I stood in front of the mirror and stare at my swollen face.

I once again fell back into a dark hole that I couldn't crawl my way back out and it's killing me. My knees are getting weak, just like yesterday, but today was not out of happiness but out of despair. I had no one, and it's so fucking tiring.

I stare at the black box that I haven't touched in a month, sitting next to my sink. I reach out for it, but my inner self is pulling me away. My hands shake as if I was in the snow with no coat, just a thin piece of clothing and a pair of jeans. My lips are now in thin line and I'm still contemplating.

The object in the black box made me addicted to it, and it was hard for me to stop the addiction. Today marks the longest streak of my sobriety, and it would be a shame if I broke it. That's when my phone starts buzzing.

I wanted to ignore it since I wasn't in the mood but the buzzing was bugging me. I grabbed my phone to see who it was, that's when I finally got out of the dark pit. It felt like the hand I was raising in hopes for someone to take it, finally was being held. I call it luck, and it made me fell for him harder, even though he has no idea with what is going on.

"Hello?" The male on the other line said. I smiled at myself and wiped away the tears I was holding in for too long.

"Hey, what's up?" I answered, hoping that I sounded natural and not like a dying pig. It made me anxious when he didn't say anything back in return.

"Are you perhaps- crying?" The question he asked made me gulped. So it is true that I sound like a dying pig when I cry, or was it because my voice on the phone is just ugly?

"What? No!" I giggled to pull it off, hoping that he would let go. "Yea sure you aren't, why are you crying?" He asked seriously. There's no way I'm going to tell shit to someone who I just talked to yesterday. Even if I wanted to, I don't want them to see this weak side of me. I'm not ready to be laughed at.

"I'm not, I just sound like I'm crying over the phone. I keep getting that a lot," I reassured the older male. He huffs in defeat and went back to the reason why he had called.

"If you say so. I just wanted to meet up with you somewhere so we can talk over about the tutor thingy," I can hear ruffles on the other line. He's probably still in bed.

"Why not just talk over the phone?" I would want to meet him, but not in this ugly state.

"I am not going to waste my credit on something unimportant,"

Donghyuck might seem like the type to be nice about everything. He looks angelic himself, of course people wouldn't expect him to be sassy. Its a trait I've learned about him through the phone call, and somewhat it makes me want to know more about him.

"Sure, where should we meet up?" I asked.

"Thats why I called you. I want your answer in ten seconds," and he started counting down. I didn't have much place in mind but the diner I wanted to go to was the only place I had thought of.

"The diner," I answered in a rush.

"There's a diner around here?"

"Yeah, it opened a few weeks ago and I heard the food there is cheap and good," Donghyuck squeals excitedly when he hears about food which made me forget where I was just at a few minutes ago.

"Cool, send me the location," he breaths in and out slowly to maintain his calmness.

"Alright, what time are we meeting up exactly?"