Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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•Since someone asked so nicely ☺️•

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I tiptoe downstairs with my school bag, hoping my mom wouldn't notice me leaving.

"Jisung? Can we talk for a moment?"

Fuck, I sigh.

I turn into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, not making eye contact with her.

"Why did you leave in the first place?"

I swallow thickly. "I was in the kitchen getting some water. I overheard Heetuk and dad talking. He was defending himself about getting into a car accident, the one that broke off his front bumper. He was basically not letting dad talk, and dad was fine with it. Even though we had gotten the papers for court saying how Heetuk was the person guilty. I got frustrated. If I do something wrong, dad makes sure that I get punished. If Heetuk is lying and does something wrong, all dad does is turn away and roll his eyes."

While explaining, a lump had formed in my throat. I blinked away the tears, staring down at the ground. "I'm tired; I'm gonna head to school now. Bye, love you."

I didn't even give her the chance to say anything. I practically ran out of there. When I shut the door, cool wind was slapping me in my face. It burned away the tears in my eyes.

"Morning, Ji," Changbin greets, coming from behind me. I bite my lip, wanting so badly to be able to say something back. But I couldn't, or else I'd end up crying.

I reached out, grasping his upper arm. I wrapped my arm around it, basically forcing him to be my support system. I couldn't even look at him. I just held on, letting him lead me. He reached his other hand up, patting mine and letting me know he was here.

I take in a quick breath. "I- I want to leave so bad." I close my eyes, letting us slow to a stop. "I can't stand it. I wish he had never come back. I wish I never trusted him that last time. My chest feels so tight, but I can breathe just fine. Just being around him hurts. It's never going to get better. We're never going to be a happy family again. He's never going to stay."

I wanted to hit something. I was so angry. I was so upset. It was building up, even if I had let so much out the previous day. And everything someone told me, I wanted to get defensive about. I was just waiting for a war to break out. For my people to leave me.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me. Breathe in, like this. And breathe out. In and out. Look at me," he taps my face gently. We were suddenly on the ground. How did we get here? "There you go, just like that. Just like that."

Why am I still here?