Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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I'm surrounded by my friends in Chan's apartment. We're all watching a movie. Minho is next to me. No one besides Chan and Bin know what happened a few hours ago.

I grab Minho's hand tightly. I don't look at him, but I can see him gaze over at me in my peripherals. Everything was miserable. I was trying my best to see the light, but how was I supposed to now? It was getting further and further away from me.

The couch dips next to me. "I'm sorry for pushing earlier, Jisung." Felix has a slight pout on his face, guilt ridden.

"I shouldn't have been at school anyway. I forgive you, but please don't do that again."

He nods, facing back toward the movie. They all came over after Chan texted the group. My two brothers were scared of me escaping their grasp. They needed backup, I guess. No one questioned it. They all showed up.

"Sung, what do you think about going out tomorrow? All of us for a day out together. I think it'd be good for you," Chan insists, patting my knee.

"Sure."

It was hard to make eye contact with him. He came home and immediately asked what happened. Changbin explained everything. They both held me for an hour. So many tears lost.

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We decided on lunch and then the mall. A simple day out. Minho and I were in the back, Chan looking toward us every so often to make sure we were okay.

There's a faint scream as we walk. It was one of pain. The emotion was familiar. It reminded me of myself when Heetuk was leaving.

Suddenly my air ways were blocked. My heart throbs in my ears, making my vision bounce with the beat. Everything was so blurry. I scratch at my throat; it's so swollen.

"Jisung? Hey, what's wrong?"

I hold out my hands, not knowing where I was or who I was with. What's happening? What's going on? Am I dying? Am I dying here?

A wave of dizziness hits me and I stumble into something solid, yet soft. I flinch away, terrified. Why couldn't I see?

I land on my knees, everything so tense and tightened up in my body. What was I standing on? Where am I? Why is it so dark? Why is the ringing in my ears so fucking loud? Oh my god, I'm dying. Where am I? Why is this happening? Everything is falling apart. Everything is wrong. Everything is against me. I should just leave. I can't do this. I'm not strong. I'm not confident. I can't do this.

Something cold touches my back. The sudden temperature change makes my skin crawl, but my airways open. I gasp for a breath, tears seeping into my mouth. My drool makes me choke.

I open my eyes, realizing that I had closed them. Everything was still blurry, but it was because of the tears in my eyes. I blink them away quickly, feeling them follow the path of the others down my cheeks.

The ringing in my ears dies down, familiar voices attacking my ear drums. Minho is there. So is Chan. And Changbin. The boys. They're all here. When did they get here? Did they witness that? Am I going insane? Am I dead?

"Jisung? Can you hear me? Look at me. Can you look at me?" It was so muffled. His voice was so muffled. Why? Why is it like that?

As much as I wanted to ask, everything in my body began to shut down. I was so... tired... My muscles ached from nothing. What's happening?

"Jisung? Baby, it's okay."

Someone was in front of me. I couldn't recognize them. My eyes bounced around the street. Their hands touch my face. Why was a stranger touching me?

"Look at me, angel."

The name. Who called me that? I don't remember. Why am I here? Why hasn't someone taken me to the hospital? I'm dying. I'm dying! Help me!

The stranger caresses my cheek. I focus on them. The blur fades out. My eyes flutter. I reach up, grabbing their wrists and holding on. It was Minho. Why was he here? What was happening?

"You're okay. Deep breaths. Everything is okay."

I didn't feel okay. Why was this happening to me? Why were my lungs burning as if I had breathed the air of hell?

"Good, you're doing good."

Good? How was I doing good? Everything in me was telling me to lay down and close my eyes. I couldn't. Why was I here?

"There you go, angel."

My shoulders began to sag. The tension in my body floated away. I became lightheaded, but more stable. Why were we on the ground? Why was everyone staring at me?

"I'm gonna take you home, is that okay?"

I nodded. He helped me up, taking a second to talk to the guys. How did they think of me now? Did they think I was being dramatic? Did they think I was faking it?

He interlocked our fingers, walking the opposite way of them. I held onto his arm tightly. Why did that happen? What's wrong with me? How did that happen?