𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 norenmin

6: cupcakes & tearful reunions

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NA JAEMIN.

Today is a particularly empty day.

I find myself wandering around aimlessly amidst the cluster of coffee shops across the road.

"Jaemin?"

I turn around to see Donghyuck and his boyfriend, Taeil. Just the sight of their hands intertwined makes my heart pine for the soft hands that once encased mine with warmth.

My brother is giving me that look. The one he wears every time he manages to catch me outside. It's pity, more than anything.

I despise pity.

He used to come around every morning to make sure I ate breakfast. He wouldn't rest for six months before I finally told him I could take care of myself just fine.

I just wanted to be left alone.

"How are you?" Taeil asks gently, as if he's trying not to wake a lion while he tiptoes past its lair.

There's that question.

The question everyone insists on asking me, as if they really think I'll be able to answer it.

How am I? I don't even want to be on this earth and you're asking me how I am? But he's only trying to help, so I reply.

"I dunno." It's hollow, lacking any emotion. But it's the best I can do when all I feel is numb.

Because I wish it was me.

It should've been me.

Donghyuck pats me on the shoulder, a small goodbye before he turns to Taeil and they leave me standing there.

I've never liked crowds, and it's now that I notice the sheer amount of people I stand with.

Before I realize it, I'm on the ground. I can't breathe, I can't speak. The anxiety claws it's way up my throat and my head feels weak.

A pair of strong hands latch themselves onto my arms, lifting me right up into a bridal style position before sweeping me through the crowds of people, whose eyes flicker in my direction.

If I try to swing my head around to get a look at the person carrying me, I might pass out completely.

I realize I'm being carried to the back of a small cupcake shop that smells sugary and intoxicating, yet it somewhat calms me down.

There's a back room with a small bedroom-like setup, and I'm placed on the bed.

I look up to finally discover the identity of my supposed "savior", my eyes staring straight into the teary eyes of my former best friend.

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