𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ── SUNGHOON

⁀➷ 5

My mom promised me we wouldn't stay here for long. It's been a very long week where my heart quickens if I see Cho's hair or her anywhere. I've asked to change class schedules but the school won't let me. They are so cruel and I wish I wasn't here. It's not fair at all. They will never understand or remember what it's like to be a teenager.

I lean back against my pillow and sigh. Everything here is a memory, a haunting memory. Somehow we got our old house, I have no idea how my mom did it but we did. I look around my room and see barely anything changed. There's a few dings in the wall but nothing else was crazily changed. My bed is still here. My chest tightens, remembering my first kiss in here. With Cho.

I suck in a breath, trying to calm down my heavy breathing. She was such a -

"Sunghoon?" Mom taps on my door and comes inside with a bowl in her hand.

"Yes?"

"Would you like some ramen?" I shrug, "With cheese? You always liked cheese on it," I smile at her and tell her I'll be there in a minute. She nods and closes the door. Once she leaves, I turn on my phone and realize that Cho's friend texted me.

"No... no," I groan, my heartbeat quickening and my hands suddenly turn clammy. Yeesh it's like Cho's a trigger now.

Then my phone rings the familiar sound of me and my friends singing together. It's her friend! Why on earth would she call me?? Please no-

I pick it up, not thinking. "Go away,"

"Sunghoon, please, don't hang up,"

"I'm going to block you," I reply, my hand around my phone tightening.

"Okay then, but please... Cho didn't mean to hurt you..." Silence between us for a few seconds but then I start to get angry.

"For breaking my heart?? Or is she being manipulating?"

"No! Look, she's sorry for that but I'm talking about you having a panic attack," I huff and don't reply. "She can be a jerk a lot of the time but... seriously, I'm sorry that she's hurt you and that you've had a lot of pain."

"Well she doesn't care- she has to send her stupid friend to say sorry for her. So shut the hell up and leave me alone," I snap angrily and hang up on her. I throw the phone at the mirror that's hung up on my bedroom wall and it leaves a large crack.

She doesn't deserve anything from- not me speaking to her, not even thinking about her. I wish I wasn't here. She doesn't deserve anything from me. Not a text, not a smile, not a phone call, not anything.

My phone rings on the ground and I ignore it.

I grab a pillow and bury my face in it.

Cho will never ever be close to me again. I won't let her.