𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ── SUNGHOON

⁀➷ 3

Get ready for some angst and comfort <3

Its like walking into a museum. I walk into my classroom and see all my classmates, no I mean ex-classmates. Hopefully I won't have to live here for too long. I unlock my phone and see a text from Sunoo. I turn it off and look around for a seat.

"Mr. Park! Nice to see you again!"

"Hey, Mr. Kim," I greet with a bow and ask him where I should sit.

"Over there near Cho's chair," I blink and choke back a lump in my throat. No. Does the universe hate me? Why me? Why do I have to sit next to the person who humiliated me in front of everyone? It's not right! Even my teacher should know that I cannot stand her. All my classmates: Beomgyu, Soobin, Binna, Nika, and Yeonjun and the others stared at me with pity or just sadness in their eyes.

"Um, okay," I slide into my seat and try to blink back the rushing emotions. I had not sat in a classroom with all of my ex-friends in forever... If Cho wasn't here, it would be okay. No, if I  wasn't here, that would be even better.

I hate this place so much.

Cho walks in. I don't stare, I can hear her breathing. I can hear her familiar walking, her shoes slightly squeaky like always. I can hear the rush of my own breathing. Don't panic. Just breathe normally. You're stronger then this.

I close my eyes for a second, breathing in deeply, and that's when I feel a lukewarm hand on my hand. NO!

"YAH! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I shot up from my chair and frantically look for the person- Cho is standing, her hand on her chest, scared to death.

"Oh, um, sorry," I say quietly and I can feel my classmates' eyes on me. "I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me, Mr. Kim,"

He just nods at me with a sad look on his face and I run out of the room, everything getting smaller and smaller around me.

I run to the bathroom, shut myself in a stall and feel heat overwhelm me and I pull at my collar trying to help myself.

I can't have a panic attack. I can't. Please, you stupid emotional dork.

"...Hey, Sunghoon?" A voice calls, and he steps inside the boys' bathroom. He closes the door quietly and taps my stall door.

"You okay?"

"I- I- I'm n-not o-okay, Soobin-ah," I reply, putting my head into my hands.

"Oh, Hoon, it's okay, just talk to me,"

"..She's there," I whispered, "I can't be here, I don't want to be here. She made me feel awful. She hurt my feelings. She nearly destroyed me."

"Oh, Sunghoonie, she wasn't worth it."

"But she was to me..."

"I know... I'm sorry you were hurt,"

"I shouldn't even gone to that party," I choke out, a tear slipping out of my eye. At least Soobin couldn't see me.

"Sunghoon, why don't you come out?"

"No, I look stupid,"

"Hey, you're my friend, I care about you and I'm not going to stab you in the back, okay?" I swallow and wipe my face and get out of the stall.

"Oh, Sunghoonie, you're gonna be okay,"

"But I live here now. I can't be okay! She's here- she stabbed me in the chest, Soobin-ah! I can't handle being here again. A laughing stock."

"Can I give you a hug?" Suddenly those words hit straight to my heart. I finally give up and he engulfs me in a hug. Jungwon ghosted me. How come someone I barely knew cares about me more?