There it happened again. Judging by the noises downstairs, Wonwoo already knew his dad had returned; and unfortunately, he wasn't drunk this evening.
Wonwoo laid restless on his bed for a long time, thinking about his lost diary and how he could try to find it. He would go insane if he didn't get it back. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, skimming through his day to recall where it could have gone. What was worse, was that he got to go to Pledis only for two days more, until it shut down for the end-of-term break. He needed to find it within these two days, preferably the very next one itself. After Saturday, he would be alone for a month and a half, and if someone happened to have accidentally gotten their hands on his diary, Wonwoo knew he was fucked. He hated how unbelievably nosy and intrusive people could get, especially when it came to the private businesses of other people – and no one could be trusted to be decent enough to not snoop through something important, like a personal diary.
Not that he cared about Kim Mingyu's feelings, but he didn't think it was correct when other students had put up all those posts about his episode that day. It was still considered meddling with sensitive topics about others – something that made Wonwoo want to rip all of their heads off.
If only Somi's batchmates hadn't up-played her small failure, and only if the news hadn't reached his parents as something exaggerated, she would have still been here with Wonwoo, and he wouldn't be worrying about his lost diary. And thus Wonwoo's rage towards bothersome people who always seem to be a bit too invested in someone else's life still remained deeply rooted in his heart.
Wonwoo wouldn't ever forgive his parents for never hearing Somi out, which eventually made her seek a solution by committing suicide inside her own room. His parents hadn't even noticed until Wonwoo had desperately pointed out that Somi had been locked inside her room for quite some time.
Wonwoo felt too overwhelmed; yet he didn't cry – he convinced himself that he'd cried enough for the day. Seeing no other way to calm himself, Wonwoo got up from his bed and reached out to open a small drawer at the back of his desk. It always went unnoticed – exactly why Wonwoo loved it so much. He produced a tiny key from the pocket of his jeans lying on the chair, and bent down to unlock the drawer.
When he did, the first thing he looked for was another set of keys inside it. He snagged it and quietly tiptoed his way out of his room, making his way to the room at the very end of the hallway that had been locked for several years. Well, supposedly, since Wonwoo occasionally went and spent some peaceful time in the room when his parents weren't in the house.
He unlocked the door, and entered the room – frozen in time. It was exactly the way Wonwoo had always remembered it: pink and white sheets, a white desk below the window, her old books still strewn across on the desk and the windowsill, her closet door still half-opened, and the disturbing hook on the ceiling from which a rope hung. The hook was meant for innocent things back then, since Somi had always loved huge dream-catchers in her room, and she would hang either her handmade ones on it, or one of the few she found during summers at the local fair.
But there was no dream-catcher now; there were no dreams to be fulfilled, and there was no Somi in the house anymore. It was just Wonwoo, still mourning his sister.
He silently sat on the edge of Somi's bed with his hands in his lap. Looking around the room, he wanted to recall any happy memories he shared with her. He smiled sadly when he did remember one – Wonwoo was quite small back then, when he would insist Somi read him a bedtime story, and ended up falling asleep next to her as she ran a hand through his hair while calmly reading him a story. She would eventually stop, pick Wonwoo up in her arms and lay him back in his own bed. And if Wonwoo happened to wake up right away, she would always stay beside him for some more time, lulling him back to sleep.
Wonwoo didn't realise when his head started drooping, but he instinctively curled himself into the dusty sheets and lay on the bed. He only realised he was inside Somi's room a while later, causing him to reluctantly get up and return to his room in fear of his parents. There was no way he could let himself fall asleep here.
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The ride to Pledis was as lonely as it had been last evening. Wonwoo sat at the very back of the bus near the window, aimlessly scrolling through his phone without a motive. His finger simply flicked across the screen as he zoned out staring at it.
Wonwoo was determined to get his diary back today, at any cost. He won't be suffering a whole month and a half without it.
First thing that greeted him when he entered Pledis was Mingyu. And he held Wonwoo's diary in his hand.
Wonwoo snapped, looking at Mingyu so innocently holding out the diary. Without thinking much, rage engulfing him in a matter of a few seconds, Wonwoo landed a hard punch to Mingyu's nose, hearing a satisfying crunch and seeing blood pool near his nose when his fist disconnected from his face. The diary fell to the ground, but Wonwoo needed to deal with Mingyu first.
"What the fuck were you doing with that?" he sounded particularly calm, surprising himself, as he grabbed a confused-looking Mingyu by his collar. Wonwoo wondered why Mingyu didn't retaliate.
The boy was about to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, he winced loudly. Wonwoo didn't want an explanation. "I honestly don't even care, I just have another reason to hate on you now," he spat, shoved Mingyu backwards, and picked the diary fallen on the floor. "You're worse than I ever imagined, and that's saying a lot." Wonwoo declared, and strode away before he did something even more disruptive.
"I fucking hate my life."
