𝕃𝕆$𝔼ℝ =𝕃𝕆♡𝔼ℝ 《ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝔹𝕖𝕠𝕞𝕘𝕪𝕦》

Ice Cream

Choi Beomgyu🎸

"Idiot," I whisper. "You complete fucking idiot.Oh my God, I did not just do that. Why the hell did I just do that? What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Sure, I was mad, but that doesn't give me the right to treat her like that. Ugh, she probably hates me right now. Oh, who am I kidding, of course she hates me." I groan out loud in frustration.

I start banging my head against the wall, repeating the word 'idiot' over and over again. "I fucked up so bad."

I stop banging my head, not wanting more bruises than I already have. I let out a huge sigh, running my hand through my tousled hair.

What do I do now? I've completely broken Jimin hyung's trust in me. I just hurt his sister. After all this time, when I finally felt like I could trust someone, I broke that too. I'm the one who's ruining my own life. I can't keep blaming everyone else for it like this. It's all just my fault.

I go back to packing my bags. I reach my hand out under my bed and pull out 'The Treasure Box'. It's literally just a box filled with money, but I'm bored so I name random shit. I open up the box to see a tiny wad of cash, two of my credit cards and a couple of guitar picks. They may not be money but they're just as important to me.

I shove the box into my bag, but not before I toss the credit cards under my bed. He's probably cut off all my cards by now, and I have no intentions of begging him to give me his money back. He used to think the more money I got, the more I would obey him and be his pet. Unfortunately, it made me want to disobey him and rebel more.

Ok, first things first, I need to get out here. For now I'll just see what I can do. And apologize to Yuna. I should get outta here and go check on her. Maybe get some ice. Does ice help on something like that?

I take one last, final look at my room, the one place I could truly be myself, both of which I'll never see again. "Goodbye, Leo, Lucy, Sky," I say naming my guitars. "Sorry for destroying you Aria," I look down to Aria, whom I managed to destroy in a fit of anger before. "It's okay though, cause you were just two months old anyway and a little rusty."

"Bye bye, Kim Laura, I'm gonna miss you the most," I say hugging a nightmare blue one. Kim Laura was my very first guitar, a gift I bought for myself secretly when I was thirteen to be able to play the guitar in a place that wasn't the school's music room.

"And you, Shin Minhyuk, my only keyboard," I say, lightly patting him, "I'm gonna miss you, man." I lightly sniffle and then laugh to myself. "Ahh, I've completely lost it at this point. Talking to inanimate objects. But still, you guys were the only ones there for me, so maybe I'm not completely lost yet?" I leave it off as a question.

I take one last look at the room, wipe the tears that somehow escaped my eyes. I grab my bags and walk out the door and slam it behind me. I kick away the sign abandoned on the floor and finally go downstairs.

I trail down quietly, hoping to not make any noise to see what Yuna was up to at first, and to mentally prepare myself as well. 

I move towards the living room to see her sleeping soundly on the couch, her breath relaxed, her chest heaving up and down rhythmically. I relax a bit as well. She must have been pretty tired, having to deal with my bullshit. I look down to her wrist that I grabbed and wince. 

I walk over to the refrigerator only to see we had run out of ice. Ugh, he must've used them all for drinking again. I bend down to my own personal mini fridge instead. It may not have ice but it does have ice cream. And ice cream makes everything better. Except a cold. Or maybe if someone doesn't like ice cream. I hope Yuna likes ice cream. I'd be so embarassed if she didn't.