detention ㅡ ham wonjin | ✓

29. His Past

"WHAT?!" after hearing everything, Wonjin's eyes widened, his breath hitched the point that Y/n had to grab him inside his embrace before he could lose his shit. Wonjin started to cry, making Y/n's heart sank upon how his expression turned out. "Y/n... I'm sorry," he started to apologise, she fully expected it, yet she wasn't on the place to accept it either, it wasn't Wonjin's fault, neither was.

"it's not your fault," she said, breathing out as Wonjin buried his face against her shoulder, she didn't mind those tears that was now soaking her shirt, she just want him to let it all out, it'll hurt the most if he can't, she doesn't want him to keep the pain inside his chest forever. "everyone is trying to help, we'll find him soon... I promise" she said, swearing to herself that she would, and whatever happens, she will.

If Woojun is holding Yubin as his hostage to loom Wonjin closer then there's only one way to stop him, and that was for her to step inside his little porch, to step inside his game.

"do want to get some air outside?" she asked the sobbing guy as he nodded his head in response, still in tears as his face leans against his girlfriend's shoulder while in the verge of blaming himself from everything.

Shortly taking her phone from the side table, Y/n help Wonjin got up as both of them walk to exit the doorway of his hospital room. She took him on the garden outside the hospital, which wasn't that crowded because it's already night time, maybe just some bunch people like patients with their families still hanging out to have fresh airs as well.

Finding an empty bench, both of them took a seat and soon watch those people from the distance, just by the look of them made Y/n felt nostalgic upon having her brother close to her. She look down to her palms.

Wonjin noticed her sudden change, and as a way to comfort her, he dragged his hand closer to hers as he started intertwining their fingers together. Y/n look up, seeing the guy giving her a smile, the smile that says 'everything's gonna be fine,' she nod her head.

"Wonjin?" she suddenly called, making the boy turn his face again to her. "would you mind telling me your story too?" she asked, softly. Wonjin pursed his lips for a second, unsure about whether to tell her or not.

"if you're willing to listen?" he asked.

"why would I even ask if I'm not willing to listen-"

"chill, I'm not gonna fight you" Wonjin defended, raising both of his arms as Y/n could scoffed a chuckle, well atleast she laughed, he thought and smiled for second.

"so... can I start?" Wonjin asked, Y/n smiled a little before nodding her head in response.

"well..." Wonjin leans his back against the bench before looking up to sky. "it probably all started when my Mom died..." he said, looking down for a before pursing a smile on his lips, trying to get a hold of those tears.

"it was a rainy day..." he said, breathing out.

"aish! Looks like the rain won't stop too soon," his mom told him, holding his other hand as they both stood inside the bus stop, waiting for a bus to arrived. Marriage and relationship doesn't too good everytime, probably Wonjin's mom was included. That afternoon they were both on their way to Wonjin's Mom hometown after having a fight with her dad, it was somehow new to an 8 years kid, standing alongside his mom as she dragged a luggage with her full of their clothes. But he didn't mind it all, as long as he was with her, he felt like everything would be fine, he felt secure, and that what matters to young boy like him.

Looking at the distance with a sigh leaving her lips, she spotted a nearest café not too from the other side of the streets, serving warm drinks and stuffs that would probably help to relieve the cold out from her son. The rain was pouring down so much and they have only one umbrella that time.