"Are you okay?" I can't tell him that I'm not, but by his worried tone, I know that he knew even before he asked. "Hey, Jongin..."
"I'm not sure, hyung." I closed my eyes as I laid flat on the bed, trying to find comfort at least from the sheets. "I guess I'm just... tired."
I know that when I decided to take this path, sacrifices await at every turn. But this is just too much. I miss not being alone, but being alive. I didn't know that living the life I once wanted will stop me from living the life I used to have-- the life I used to like.
I used to be free.
After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat on the other line. "Will you be fine?"
I wanted to ask myself the same question, but I shook the thoughts off my head. I shouldn't ask anymore, anyway. It has always been like this, rest isn't for my joints anymore but for the people I dance for. "I must be."
And then I remembered that I didn't bother telling hyung about this. "Kyung?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you." He didn't answer, and I knew he still made this phone call even when he's upset with me. "I'll come back, soon okay?"
"Okay. I love you too Nini. I'll be waiting."
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