𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

49 | BLAMED

*Song rec - The 30th
by Billie Eilish*

I sat here, waiting and waiting. It felt like that's all I'd been doing today. Waiting.

Minho's family wasn't here, I was told they left right before I arrived and it made me wonder why they didn't seem more panicked. Maybe deep down they knew how strong the boy was, I took it as they got the good news that he will recover fast.

I sigh and refused to cry. I didn't deserve to cry.

I heard a small groan, making me look up to see the boy have a grimace on his face as his eyes stood closed. I scoot to the edge of my chair as I notice his eyes flutter open "Mom" he calls out and I frown.

He looks at me "You don't look like my mom"

I chuckle sadly and he does the same, "I think they left to eat" I told the boy and he nods.

"Good" He tried to sit up and reach for his water but hissed.

I got up "I'll get it," I said, grabbing his water with a straw in it and putting it to his lips.

He takes a drink and lays back down "Thanks doctor Han"

I try to hide my smile as I sit back down "You still look tired, you should rest more"

He shook his head "I'm fine, I want to talk to you" He spoke slowly, clearly tired.

I smile "You can talk to me whenever you want, rest now"

Minho frown but nods nonetheless, his heavy eyes falling back into a deep sleep. I smile at his sleepy state.

I stand up and figure I should call my mom and fill her in on why I wasn't at school. Walking out of the room and met with the people I didn't want to.

"What are doing here?"

I swallow harshly, feeling the lump in my throat "I-I came to check on Minho"

"He doesn't need you to check on him" She spat at me and I flinched at her harsh tone. "We know he was headed to your house, we aren't dumb. We know you're the boy he's been seeing"

I felt my hands shake and I just wanted to leave, feeling small as Minho's mom looks at me with so much pain. I knew she blamed me.

"Honey, not here" His dad whispered.

She regained her composure and looked at me "If you care about our boy, you will stay away. He doesn't need all this trouble you've brought to his life"

I look down and nod "Yeah, Of course," I walk away from them.

I felt like hiding. Running, I shouldn't have come and I shouldn't have agreed to let Minho pick me up. I shouldn't have gotten involved with the boy because they were right. All of Minho's problems started with me. He was content before me and though he said he wanted to get to know me more I shouldn't have allowed it.

I should have protected his heart and mine. It felt as if the universe was against us. Like this was never meant to be something more than admiring from afar. This was supposed to remain just that, from afar.

It did though, it happened. In that time I felt things I never had and maybe that made me make stupid decisions, but I was new to this. I was new to having friends moreless a relationship. For most of my life I felt nothing at all and the next second I felt everything and more. I was scared but excited that I had him, someone, that I felt like I deserved.

I don't deserve him. I don't even deserve for his family to like me, I knew that now. Nobody in this town deserved him. He was as open-minded as they came. Changed my perspective on him and knowing deep down he was a child at heart, he loved space and to write about his life—not because he wasn't outspoken but because he felt like he was never heard.

I should let him go. I should listen to them.

*Song rec - The 30th
by Billie Eilish*