My Boy [under editing]

Ch. 27

STAINS

❝as much as you were lonely, I really hope you meet someone,
who will love you more than I do.❞

—IU, ending scene.

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hyemi

living in the safe roof with your previous significant other was the weirdest and difficult thing ever. waking up with a thought of moving on in your mind, but as soon you open the door—oh shit, never mind, I just can't.

by just watching him walks, every little memories washed over me—as if i was battling with the wave by walking forward but well, i just couldn't get through it. we had to eat together on the same table and funnily, we always ended up facing each other.

"want to watch some horrors?" said the person beside me, I glanced to the left side and it was yoongi. I sighed lightly before telling him I was fine with anything. and we ended up watching paranormal activity movie, which i didn't care which series it was because i wasn't even focus.

"joon," my head quickly turned when i heard his voice loud and clear as if he was beside me. i continued to watch him from afar, as he was in the kitchen with namjoon talking whatever shit they were having.

there was so many changes on him in just a little time—his hair, his facial, his smile, his eyes, i mean just literally everything about him changed. funnily, he still looked good even after his changes.

he looked rather messy yet neat? that didn't make any senses. his dark eyes were more visible than before, sometimes he got eye-bags every morning. then, his skin looked like he watched porns every night—dirty but satisfied. i meant him, his face looked satisfied. or relaxed.

his hair, oh dear—i hate to admit it but I loved his messy long hair. well, it wasn't long long but a bit longer than before. his lips were more chapped than before. he doesn't dress that well, like he just wear whatever he finds on the floor.

"hyemi?" I lifted my head to find hoseok standing in front of me with a burger on his hands, "do you want some?" he asked. I flashed him a smile and declined his offer with gratitude. right. he even eats less.

every time we eat together, he would always finish early and then went straight to his room. i felt bad watching him sometimes. i wondered if i was the cause of his weird change—or he might just had a problem with his girlfriend.

his girlfriend.

the thought of him with his girlfriend made me sigh too loudly that yoongi had to interrupt my track of thoughts. "something happened?" he asked worriedly with his concerned eyes. I shook my head, "you can always tell me if something is bothering you, okay?"

"i'm fine, I just you know, realised some weird shits that i shouldn't think about."

yoongi gave me a closure between our distance with a hug, "i know that it's still difficult for you," he said and i knew exactly from his words that he knew what i was talking about. "you two can start over again or just let everything slide."

I hugged him tighter because ugh min yoongi is the definition of rice ball. "I'm just going to go with the flow," I told him after we released our hug. "and i think i might need to go to my room for a bit—" I stood up from the sofa with my thumb pointing to my room door.

as soon I stepped inside my room, the scent would always remind me of him. I just remembered his presences in my room—his smile and laughter, his hugs and kisses, his tears and angers. I carried my heavy legs forward while swallowing the lumps on my throat.

I sat on my study chair silently as I just stared on the polaroid pictures that I hung on the wall. "I miss you," I whispered to myself, not bothered with the tears rolling down my eyes. then, my eyes landed on the red and blue novel book.

so I picked it up and just stared at it for a good couple of minutes before I stood up. "I should start moving on..." I nodded my head, and with determination and bravery in my heart, I walked out from my room and went straight to his room.

i knew he wasn't in his room because i heard his voice from the kitchen. I was so flabbergasted when I opened his door because his room was a total mess, like a titanic had crashed in his room. however, my heart dropped more when i saw my pictures on his bed.

I was too focused on my heartbeat that I didn't realise someone was behind me until his voice woke me up. "what are you doing here?" i swear that my spines shivered when he breathed against the back of my neck.

"I—" I swallowed my saliva and blinked my eyes repeatedly. "I-uh," I was trying to calm myself so I don't hyperventilate but every each time he breathe, I just couldn't control my heart. "this—" I turned around quickly to show him the book that I borrowed. "thank you—"

I pushed the book to him and when his hand held it, I dashed out from his room as if I was caught doing a crime. I went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water but my mind was in a complete mess, I unconsciously poured the water to the floor.

"whoa, what's wrong baby?" seokjin asked me and helped me get the water jug away from my hand. "are you okay?" I just nodded my head vigorously without saying any word, "are you sure? you want me to get you some medicines—?"

my lips were sealed, I legit couldn't say anything as if my tongue was twisted. seokjin told me to rest inside and wiped the wet floor by himself. I went to my room and lied down on my bed with my hands on my fast beating heart.

"I should move on, I should move on!"