Broken Memories [I Did it for You - Book 2]

19

Yoosung felt as though he'd just run a mile. His skin was deathly pale and his chest ached. It hurt to breathe, but his lungs forced him to take each breath, reminding him that breathing was vital to live. He had to live. He wanted to live.

Lying in bed with the bed sheets layered over his lap with two pillows cushioning his back against the headrest, Yoosung heaved out a sigh. He had no sense of time, no sense of how long it had been since he suffered through the worst attack that had hit him yet. It felt like only seconds ago whilst also feeling like hours ago. He couldn't tell which it was. He had tried to peer at his phone next to him, but his eyes couldn't focus. His vision blurred in and out like a badly broken camera lens, it made him want to close his eyes and try to sleep, but every time he did, he'd see that horrible face staring down at him, the psychotic man's hand reaching for his-

Yoosung let out a scream as a hand hovered across his chest before another hand grabbed his shoulder. He snapped his head around, only to sigh with relief when he saw Seven sitting in a chair next to the bed, his golden eyes glossed over with worry.

"It's okay, Yoosung. It's just us" a voice that was familiar to him spoke gently. He turned his head towards it and saw Jaehee, smiling as she held her hand over his chest. It took the boy a moment to realise that in her hand was a cup of steaming liquid. He took it tentatively, his eyes fixed on it as he tried to decipher what it was. But knowing it was Jaehee who had made it, he felt comfortable enough to take a sip.

Cup of soup. Chicken flavoured. His childhood favourite.

Yoosung grinned, taking another sip, careful not to burn his mouth as he relished the taste that soothed his taste buds and his throat which had turned raw from how much he had hyperventilated during the attack.

Resting the cup on his lap to stop his hands from shaking so much, Yoosung turned to Jaehee in wonderment.

"How did you know to make me this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper as the walls of his throat contracted painfully against his vocal cords. He took another sip to try and relieve the pain as Jaehee replied.

"It was actually Mr Han who knew. Apparently, your mother had told him once before what your favourite foods were for when you were ill during term time at university in case one of us had to look after you. You never had been, but Mr Han always remembered and had a cup of soup made for you once we had you in bed" Jaehee explained.

Yoosung smiled, feeling tears pricking his eyes. He couldn't believe how much the stone-hearted Jumin Han had done for young good-for-nothing Yoosung Kim who barely passed his first year at university. Jumin had sacrificed so much for Yoosung and he knew for certain that he wasn't the cold-hearted CEO-in-line that everyone made him out to be. Jumin Han was a caring and protective older brother who'd drop everything for Yoosung and the rest of RFA in a heartbeat. He was the older brother everyone wished they had, and Yoosung felt thankful and privileged to have someone like him.

"Tell Jumin I said 'thank you'. It was really nice that he remembered something like that" Yoosung said, blinking back his tears.

Jaehee smiled. "I will once I see him"

As Yoosung took a bigger gulp of his soup once it had cooled down a bit, he noticed how quiet Seven had become. He peered over at him, smiling sadly when he saw the young hacker staring at the wall in front of him, his golden eyes locked in a painful daze. Yoosung knew exactly what was going on inside that tormented mind of his.

"Seven, stop it" Yoosung demanded lightly, causing Seven to snap out of his trance. He fixed his eyes upon Yoosung before grimacing.

"I'm sorry. I just can't help it. Saeran is my brother and if I-"