Inferno Hearts | Xu Minghao

17. Broken

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𝒜𝒶𝓇𝓎𝒶𝓃 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒽 - 𝑅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒹𝑒

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Under the gentle caress of a summer evening breeze, Jeonghan and Wonwoo found themselves smocking and drinking outside, each lost in their own thoughts.

The shared topic that loomed heavily over them was the recent discussion about the pills discovered in Nabi's apartment.

However, an unspoken agreement seemed to linger between them – a mutual reluctance to broach the subject.

Their silence spoke volumes, echoing the unspoken complexities of their emotions. The weight of their shared history and the deep scars left by Min's tragic death were not easily forgotten.

Jeonghan, in particular, bore the brunt of that pain, the loss of his first lover gnawing at his heart.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, held a unique bond with his fellow members – a bond forged through shared experiences, trials, and the unwavering support they provided each other.

In a world that often felt harsh and unforgiving, the members were his sanctuary, and he held their well-being above all else.

These deep-rooted sentiments were the driving forces behind the resentment they harbored towards Nabi. She represented an enigmatic figure whose presence stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within them.

Jeonghan's pain and Wonwoo's loyalty collided in the space that Nabi occupied in their lives.

As the tendrils of smoke wafted around them, a silent understanding passed between Jeonghan and Wonwoo.

They knew that the medicine were a puzzle piece, a potential key to unlocking the truth they had long sought. Yet, the painful memories that the topic invoked made it difficult to approach.

Their shared history was intertwined with Min, and Nabi's connection to her death added an even more complicated layer to their interactions.

Feeling suffocated by the weight of his own thoughts, Jeonghan found himself compelled to seek solace in a place he had avoided – Nabi's room.

The room held a haunting allure, a place where the layers of their tangled history seemed to converge.

Extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, he rose from his seat at the table, leaving without giving a glance to Wonwoo, who watched him with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment.

The air was thick with unspoken questions, a silent exchange that conveyed more than words ever could.

In less than a minute, he found himself standing before Nabi's closed door. A wave of uncertainty washed over him, his thoughts racing as he questioned his own motives.

What the fuck am i doing, he thought, the weight of his emotions and the gravity of his intentions intertwining in a tumultuous mix.

Despite his internal battle, he ultimately made the decision to enter. After stepping into the room, he allowed himself a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.

As his vision cleared, he focused on the figure before him – Nabi. Her gaze met his, a mixture of confusion and fear evident in her eyes as they locked onto his presence.