Miratackle Academy || Beomgyu x Reader

Chapter 13

I held Sunwoo close as tears fell from his eyes. His pain came through several actions; eyes, nose, fists, and his breath. His nose ran like a waterfall. His fists were clenched so tight that they became red. And his breath was heavy and hard. I felt very bad for him.

Sunwoo didn't like to cry in front of me, but when he did I would always comfort him the best I could. Shortly after he turned 15, awful things just piled on and on. His mother lost her job, they struggled with bills, he failed some tests, broke an arm, and now his grandpa died.

Sunwoo and his grandpa had a very strong bond. I knew even from a second-handed watch. I envied that because my grandparents lived in America. We couldn't ever visit because we didn't have the money to, but I got to call them once a month.

We sat on my patio with chairs. They were beach chairs that we recently had just gotten. Usually I'd spend my time away, but I felt today we could see a different view. Mother and father were down in the bakery working. I couldn't join them yet. I still had a few months to go.

I grabbed a tissue out of the box I had brought and gave it to him. He blew his nose hard into it. We didn't speak. We couldn't. He was missing someone who he'd never see again. I missed him, too, somehow. I didn't see his grandpa a lot, but he was very friendly.

My eyes shifted to the people down below us as I pat Sunwoo's back. They seemed so happy and carefree. How could they? People were in pain, but I guess it was the same as me being happy while someone else in the world was suffering. Hopefully Sunwoo would feel better.

15 wasn't his best year. It wasn't even the slightest of good. He didn't seem to be happy anymore. I missed his smiling face. Now he sat here crying in my arms while I sat silently not knowing how else to help him. Then it hit me.

I told him I'd be back. He nodded and sniffed while burying his face into his hands. I headed downstairs into the bakery and snuck into the kitchen. My dad was outside of the bakery putting some new stickers on the window that told the name. Mother was up front counting money.

After all, it was a few minutes until closing time. It was also getting darker. I had to be quick. I endlessly searched for Sunwoo's favorite pastry: Kkul-tarae. It was a sweet that had honey and a sweetish nut filling. I personally didn't like them, but Sunwoo could eat them all day.

I ran up the steps with a small bag of the pastry. Sunwoo could be heard blowing his nose from the living room. I let a small chuckle out from the sound. It reminded me of an elephant. I made my way to the patio and held the bag up. Sunwoo looked at me puzzled.

I gave him the bag. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and opened it. A smile and chuckled escaped from his gloomy world. I smiled as well feeling accomplished in making him smile. He took one and offered knowing I hated them. I shook my head. He took a bite and let out a soft sigh. There was my Sunwoo.

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There was a bright light above me as I opened my eyes. It was the ceiling lights that were square and short. The ceiling was a plain white with prickled tiling. It reminded me of every stereotypical hospital ceiling I've ever seen. Was I in the hospital?

To my right was Yeonjun anxiously bouncing his leg with his hands clasped together. He was facing the door. There was a high pitched ringing in my ears. Was Beomgyu teleporting in here? I looked around, but the ringing never stopped. What was wrong with me?

A sigh escaped my lips as I adjusted myself upward in the bed. Yeonjun turned towards me and then quickly pulled me into a hug. I slightly hugged him with the arm he wasn't trapping and patted his back. Once he pulled away, I looked at him in the face.