IZONE || ONESHOTS

2Kim - Water (A)

A/N: I feel like there's a small chance that I could be good at writing sadder stories... but I do like happier ones better. however I do kinda want to try this regardless of how it turns out. And I think this is going to be a short one. Maybe not. 

Anyways, I don't think it's gonna end up really sad. Tell me if I'm wrong. 

tw: mentions of possible suicide? self harm. 

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It's raining, and that's the first thing that Minju has noticed all day, despite the fact that it's almost 5:30 in the evening. Even the weather is blunt to Minju -  her nerves are numb and she has been sitting senselessly and silently on a chair in her 9th floor Seoul apartment, all alone for the past day. 

Minju's eyes are red and her face is puffy. It's been that way for the past few days, ever since her girlfriend Kim Chaewon left her without any explanation. The only thing that she said was "I love you, but I can't be with you." And then, she was gone. 

Minju hasn't eaten for the past day. She's barely gotten dressed, wearing a white shirt and shorts. She's cold, but she doesn't realize it. She only just managed to pull herself out of bed. She tried texting and calling Chaewon the day after and after that too, but Chaewon has blocked her number. She's completely vanished from Minju's life, leaving the younger distraught. 

Minju knows that Chaewon leaving shouldn't have such a huge impact on her, but at the same time she can't help it. The girl she loved was gone, and she couldn't understand. They were fine a week ago, and now they were nothing. Now Minju was sitting alone in the kitchen painted white on a chair. The pain of hunger was getting to her, but Minju didn't get up. The only light that was on was the one that she'd never bothered to turn off when she got home. 

There was a half-finished bottle of soju on the counter in front of Minju. Occasionally she would blindly take a swig in her alarmingly calm state of mind. Well, it's not calm obviously, but she acts still and stares off into space, either thinking of Chaewon or nothing at all.

 After around another hour, Minju rouses herself and walks into the bathroom. The cold of the white bathroom tiles sting her feet, but again she doesn't notice anything else except for the pain and torment in her heart. In this moment, her heart is literally breaking. It's been that way ever since Chaewon left. 

In a contrast to the rest of Minju's clean white apartment, the bathroom was a mess. There was blood caking the tiles and smeared on the mirror. Drops on the sink, on the bathtub. There was a lot of blood. Minju's blood. She hates that it has to be this way, that she is too much of a coward to move on. But she thinks that it must end this way. No, she knows. Because she cannot live on. As much as she wants to, she can't bring herself to think otherwise. Her rational self tells her that there will be more chances in life, especially since Chaewon isn't her first. 

But, it's all different. 

Life isn't the way her rational self thinks it is; so simple, so beautiful. So easy to move on. No, it's not like that. Not at all. 

There's a window in Minju's bathroom, and it's slightly open. She can see the raindrops clinging to the window and the cityscape. The can see the wet road below, some cars that are still travelling at this time. 

Once again, her rational mind is telling her to eat, get dressed, and think about things other than Chaewon. To be happy, to meet new people. She knows Chaewon won't be her last, yet she can't get over her. In her mind, all that is ever present is conflicts with herself. 

What she wants to do, but she can't bring herself to do. 

Eat. Get dressed. Go to school, go outside.