Breathe Me In || Minbin ✔️

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"He doesn't look sick to me."

"He's tired, yeah. Maybe his stomach hurt."

"Poor Soonie."

"Did you feed them?"

"Yeah, they look like they haven't been fed at all today."

"Even if he was sick, he'd feed them."

"It must be bad then."

I peel my eyes open, gasping when I see seven faces peering down at me. What the fuck.

"What the hell are you all doing here?" I growl, accidentally sounding more pissed off than I am. I'm not at all. I'm tired.

"Jeez, maybe he is sick. Changbin said your message seemed off so he called Seungmin, Seung doesn't have a key so he called me. I didn't have your key with me, so Seungmin, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Felix, and I went to get Chan. Chan had his key, so we got here and yeah," Jisung smiles, tilting his head.

I roll my eyes. "You could've called me."

"We did. Multiple times," Changbin crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I was sleeping. I didn't hear it."

"Minho, you're a light sleeper," Chan states, coping Changbin's pose.

"I took cold medicine. It must've knocked me out or something. I don't understand why all seven of you had to break into my apartment."

"You texted us four that it was all 'fine'. It doesn't look fine to me. Why did you call in?" Seungmin questions.

"Fucking hell, I'm sick." Every time someone talks, I get a little more irritated. "I don't want to go into fucking detail about me not feeling well."

They all look taken aback from my cursing. I sigh, putting my face in my hands. "Listen, I told you. I wasn't feeling well. That's all there is to it. It's not very pleasant waking up to find seven grown men in your home, invading your space."

"We're sorry. We were worried," Chan steps up, brushing some hair out of my face. "You can talk to any one of us if you need. You know Jisung or I will drop everything to take care of you, too."

I nod. "I know. I appreciate that."

Jisung looks at me. I see it from my peripheral. He knows. Changbin does too. It seems like it's only them. Jisung could always see through me like I was glass. Changbin is learning.

"Do you need anything before we leave?"

"Actually, I'm going to stay with him," Changbin speaks up, sitting on the bed next to me. My eyes widen in a panic. I don't want him seeing me like this. Depressed and unable to properly function. "We live close together. It'll be fine and I don't have work."

Jisung looks shocked too, but more happy than anything.

"Text any of us if you need anything."

"I will. Lock the door when you leave," I smile, pinching my thigh under the blanket.

They soon leave and it's just us two. I awkwardly stare down at my legs covered by the comforter. He sits next to me, pulling me to his chest.

"Tell me."

"...what?"

"You're not sick."

"Sick in the head." I said that earlier, I know. It's just funny to use it again.

"What's the matter?"

I shrug, letting his scent consume me. "I don't want to talk about it." He hums, kissing the top of my head. I'm so out of it, I don't react.

"Have you eaten?"

"Cereal this morning."

"You wanna come with me to make some food? I can't have you starving," he tries to smile at me. I want to cry again.

"I'm going to use to bathroom. I'll meet you in the kitchen?" I can't make eye contact with him. I need a breather. I need to calm down.

"Alright. What do you want?"

"Whatever you can make." I slide out of the bed, speed walking toward the bathroom.

Why can't I keep it together? This is so unlike me. I seriously don't cry. I'm not used to crying. Even my friends know that. They've rarely seen me cry. On my birthday, they had to really make sure I was okay before letting me leave. They got extremely worried when I started tearing up. The only time they see me cry is when I'm drunk.

I place my hands on either side of the sink. Facing myself in the mirror, I look at the mess I've made. My eyes are swollen from this morning. I just want to punch something.

Turning on the tap, I throw some water on my face. There's no use in getting angry or upset. I'm fine. Changbin is here. That's what I wanted. I should be happy.

I flush the toilet, washing my hands. Go out there and smile. You're fine. You're fine. Just eat and get through the afternoon. He's made you happy before while you were sad. There's no difference this time. You're fine.

"What are you making?" I ask when I get to the kitchen. "There are no fires yet."

"Ramen. If there's anything I can make, it's this. Do you want an egg or rice with it?"

"Will I have to make it?"

"...possibly."

"I'm okay then," I smile, sitting at my small table.

"I'm sorry. I honestly don't know how I've survived this long on my way," he chuckles, trying so awkwardly hard to cheer me up.

"It's okay, promise."

Dori hops up on my lap, rubbing his head underneath my chin. I scratch behind his ears, burying my face in his fur. Mm, so warm.

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•Sorry for the late update. Haven't been in a good mindset•