Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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"What do you mean he's sick?" Changbin whispers. They were outside of the room, but being loud as hell.

"I don't know. He came here, scared the shit out of me, and then just... broke down. I've never seen him cry so much. But after a few hours, he said he felt sick. He felt sick ever since his brother came to the school."

"What?" He hissed. "He came to the school? What the fuck? When?"

"I don't know. It was, I think, around fourth or fifth period."

"Shit... no, he's been acting weird all day. He hasn't spoken a word to me or anyone. Minho said something happened Sunday."

"He had a family dinner. He couldn't take it, so he called me and I came and got him. Minho picked him up after a few hours, and that's the last I heard of it. Only Minho knows what happened."

"Should we call him and ask?"

"Isn't that kind of intruding? I mean, Jisung already doesn't want him over here."

"Let's just talk to Sung and see what he tells us. But don't say anything now. He needs a break. We need to see why he's feeling sick. You can't suddenly come down with something like that."

"Okay. Honestly, I'm pretty sure it's because of the amount of anxiety he's having. I'll look it up later. I think he's sleeping, but I'm not sure. He hasn't stopped crying since he got here. We can check on him now."

Idiots.

I stare into space, blinking away my tears. God, my eyes were so puffy. I could barely keep them open. I was so tired.

They knock on the door before coming in. I don't look at them. What's the point of doing anything? I don't want sympathy. I want everything to be normal. Less painful. Less heartbreaking.

Changbin says nothing as he takes in my state. He takes off his jacket and climbs into the bed with me. He wraps his arms around him, holding me in a certain position that made me feel small and safe. Safe.

"Binnie..." I turn and sniffle into his chest.

My body sank into the mattress, a breath of relief releasing into the air. I don't know how he did it, but it worked every time.

"Heetuk wanted to meet for lunch. He got mad when I said I had school and said that I ditched him at the dinner. I told Minho I shouldn't have left the dinner because I always run. And it's true," my voice cracks. "I always run. Just like him. I'm no better. And I told Minho that I didn't think Heetuk loved me. He was basically speechless. He doesn't know how to... handle me. Deal with me. You guys barely do. I shouldn't... never mind. It doesn't matter. I'm going to do it anyway."

Chan crouches next to me, setting a gentle hand on my cheek. "Sleep, okay? We can talk more later. You're upset, you shouldn't think too much anymore. Just rest."

"Am I stressing you guys out?"

"No, we're worried. But we're your protectors, okay? We'll always be here."

"Okay." It's so weird hearing how vulnerable I sound.

He pats my cheek, reaching over to rub Changbin's shoulder. "I have to get ready for work. Stay as long as you need. Call me if you need me. Bin, are you staying?"

"I'll be here until he's ready."

"I love you guys."

"Love you, hyung."

"Love you, too."