❝𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. ❞
༉‧₊˚✧ | life is brutal.
hers was already a living hell,
but he had helped her.
nct park jisung fanfiction
angst au
started ju...
"Well, you see," the younger lady braced herself for the news that soon later would fall from the others lips— milliseconds passing by and each felt like a dying minute.
She saw as she hesitated and stopped herself from letting a word slip, even just a syllable.
"I have to leave Seoul for a bit." there it was. The words she was dying to spill, what felt like a bag of bricks placed onto her fragile back— was lifted up, but the pressure transferred onto her chest.
The ladies eyes widened in confusion, she can't say she expected that or if the thought even crossed her mind.
"W-what? why?" she wished her mouth could let her speak, but it felt like all the wind was knocked out of her. The lady's head met with her chest— not being able to face the person formerly known as her granddaughter.
"I can't tell you now, but once I get back I will." she breathed out, hands urging to interlock with the youngest' ones.
As much as she wanted to be sad all she could feel was the blood rush to her cheeks, she felt mad.
"You need to?" her eyebrows crashed together, moving her hands away furiously from her grandmothers. She didn't know what was so important that she had to leave.
Sure she was never there for her, but calling her after not seeing her for nearly a decade just to tell her she was moving away? she felt like her feelings were justified.
"Dear- I can't explain- but it's urgent," she stumbled over her own words— feeling her granddaughters harsh glare made her feel just as guilty.
"I'll come ba-"
"Stop."
Having enough of her words, her tears stained her porcelain hollowed cheeks— the eye bags that hung below her eyes had appeared darker from the little to no light in the subway.
Her hooded eyes laid low, letting the clear liquid roll down like a water stream. She didn't know what got into her, why she got mad or why she was even crying.
The old lady felt her heart ache, feeling sorry for the girl. Her arms stretched out— brining in the girl for a hug, just like how she would do when she was younger and her mother scolded her.
"I promise i'll come back, don't cry my dear." her mouth dried up and her throat felt like it was wrapped in barb wire.
Her gentle back pats were just as comforting as Jisung's, down to the comforting words she'd let fall.
The youngest nodded her head that was buried into the others shoulder, letting small sobs and hiccups escape.
"I promise..."
. . .
Watching the train leave was a painful sight— her hands cramped from clamping the others in hopes of comfort. Her still body figure stiffened as she felt the harsh wind hit her.
Eyes glued on the empty train track, feeling a horrible urge that she tried to suppress back.
Shaking it off, her hand got ahold of her phone that sat in the back pocket of her jeans. Quickly, she dialed the only number that she knew would pick in a heartbeat.
Her chest felt swollen, it felt impossible to catch her breath.
The ringing noise shook her ears, filling it with a noise she hated dearly— after 3 seconds of ringing the other line was picked up.
"Hello?"
"Please come pick me up." her voice came out shaky— hands tightened their grip on the sides of the phone, eyes closed shut as she breathed in.
"I'm on my way, send me your location." their voice became a lot more serious— she could hear them get up from wherever they were laying at.
She simply nodded, removing the phone from her ear slowly— hanging up to later send the person her previous location.
She wasn't that far so she knew they'd take 5 minutes at most.
"Please get here quickly." praying under her breath, she felt the eternal fear of being alone until they got here— Her feet quickly shuffled to an empty corner where she wouldn't be seen by strangers or possible predators.
