𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 | wheesa ✓

28 | she's slowly forgiving

i hate school

and i keep getting writer's blocks i'm so sorry ahhhhh

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It was the smallest gestures
that made her fall in love.
Perhaps it was the way she got nervous
when she looked in their direction,
or the way her stomach ran miles
each time around them.
And even though she felt at ease for once,
and that it felt easy around her,
it would only become harder.
Love isn't easy.

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Maybe it was somewhere around 1 in the morning, or 2, or possibly even 3, where Hyejin would be able to hear a muffled voice coming from beyond her walls. The thing is that she wasn't even sleeping𑁋she was barely tired at all, strangely, and it bothered her that she hadn't been able to fall asleep. She was too busy thinking about Wheein, and everything that has happened in the last couple of weeks, or months, or even just years. This has been happening for the last couple of days.

Literally, what has she gotten herself into?

However the voices outside her room keep distracting her, and she's thankful for that. So as she uncomfortably rustles in her bed to try and get herself to fall asleep, though knowing that forcefully trying to make herself fall asleep is a bad idea, it wasn't long until she sits up on her bed, gazing into the vast darkness of her bedroom.

Hyejin reaches over to turn on her lamp𑁋the light startling her for a moment𑁋twisting it to the dimmest setting possible. And for a second, she felt briefly unsettled in the comfort of her own bedroom, but that feeling gradually goes away as she climbs off her bed, feet touching the ice cold floor below.

"It may be for the best..."

"I don't understand this... how can they just... at two in the morning?"

"There's no bother trying to... they made a decision."

Hyejin surely didn't know what was being discussed outside, and she could believe that it was her own parents being awake. Lately, her parents haven't been becoming much of an obstacle as she expected, and her mother has been... very calm, unusually calm around her. Ever since she had accepted the offer of her mother wanting to repair their relationship, that's all she's ever received: quietness. It was as if the two of them didn't know where to start with the entire 'repairing' sort of ordeal.

Stretching her limbs, Hyejin starts to head in the direction of the door to check what was happening, before stopping in front of the mirror to get a look of herself. Some strands of her hair had been tousled in tangles, the oversized shirt she was wearing had been slightly wrinkled, and despite her face looking tired, mentally she wasn't. She runs a hand through her own hair, taking a deep breath whilst maintaining eye contact with her embodiment in the mirror.

She slowly opens the door to her bedroom, trying not to make any sort of noise, but the creak of the door makes her cringe internally. And as she's able to step through the crack of the door, Hyejin finds herself in the surrounding darkness of the small hallway of her home that led to the living room, where she could clearly see that the lights had been switched on.

Making her way to the end of the hall, Hyejin had been able to see a glance to the inside of the living room from behind the corner. She could see her father pacing back and forth, seemingly looking stressed and if not, worried. Then she could spot on her mother on the sitting on the couch, appearing equally worried as her father.