Breaking Out // Gahmi

Thirty-One

Yoohyeon PoV

When I came home I hadn't expected to come home to this. It has been one entire week since my falling out with Dami and I hadn't seen her since, let alone spoke to her. And now she was walking up and down in my bedroom, unpacking things from her backpack. Don't get me wrong, I was elated to see her again, to feel like she wasn't outright ignoring me anymore, but I was also beyond confused.

"Dami?" I asked as quietly as possible, afraid that any loud sound would disrupt the moment and it would turn out to be just a dream.

"Hey." She said gently, dropping her backpack on the floor and flunking herself face first on my bed. It made a weird squeaking sound and I winced. Oh how I wanted to crawl into bed and through my duvet over us, to block out the world and forget about our problems. Alas, this wasn't really an option.

So I closed the door and leaned against it, keeping as much distance between the bed and myself as possible.

"Hey." I said back and realized just how much I missed it. How much I missed my best friend. "You're back?"

"Sort of." She shrugged, her voice muffled by my pillow. "But I'm not sure for how long."

I chuckled at the sight, but stopped once her words hit me. "What do you mean? Won't you stay."

"Not sure." She slowly sat up and patted the spot beside her on the bed, indicating for me to come and sit. "Can we talk?"

I gulped. This was it. I had to let her know how sorry I was, I had to make things right again. "I'm sorry." I fell back on the bed, facing the ceiling,wondering if my glow in the dark stars held the way to express my thoughts. "I really am. I never meant to hurt you."

"I know." Dami laughed out, doing as I did and lay down on her back. "But you going behind my back? It did hurt me."

"I'm sorry it did. I didn't mean to go behind your back. At least, not like this. I just didn't want to burden you more. Like there is so much going on right now. And I can't even imagine how hard it must be for you. I just wanted you to have one less thing on your plate and a nice surprise if things turn out great." I couldn't even imagine a life without my mom or one where she wasn't as amazing as she is right now. Having parents like hers must cause so much pain. "I didn't want to add pain, I wanted to spare you some."

She took a hold of my hand between us and squeezed it. "You know you can tell me anything right? I want you to tell me everything. Not just stuff that might involve me and not just the fun stuff. I want the good and the bad and the messy. I'm strong enough to handle the pain and when I can't I trust you to be there to comfort me. I can decide myself what pain I want to take on and which one not."

"I know, I know." I was ashamed for trusting her judgment so little. Who was I to decide for her? "I'm sorry. I should have trusted you more and just fucking communicated." I rolled onto my side, facing her and taking our already holding hands with my other hand as well.

"Damn right." She laughed and mirrored me. "But it is done and in the past."

"So you forgive me?" Please.

"Of course I do, you idiot." She smacked my arm hard and I clutched it in agony.

"You're mean." I complained, but smiled anyway.

"Well, you're stupid."

"Am not!"

Dami only glared at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Okay, maybe a little bit." I caved, happy to have my best friend back. "Hey, um, what did you mean about not being sure you'll stay for long?" That sentence had bothered me from the beginning of our heart to heart.