Cover me || Seungin

Misunderstanding

Jeongin smiled wide as he whipped out his mobile phone. He tapped his chat icon and texted his group, Stary Kids.

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Stary Kids ✨

Chan is typing...

Me

haii guys, wassup

Chan

replying to Changbin: what yall think abt a group hangout?

hmm sounds fun! I'll prepare for 7 ppl then

Jisung

it'll be so fun, since all of us have been so busy with our own things lately, yk?

Minho

ikr

Felix

lesssgo time to chill with my besties

Seungmin

...remind me why i agreed to this in the first place

Minho

becuz you cant help but find us entertaining

Hyunjin

replying to Minho: becuz you cant help but find us entertaining                                                                LMAO TELL HIM MIN

Seungmin

🙄😒

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Jeongin's smile dropped almost immediately, reading the messages that were sent after his greeting. Apparently, they had been chatting without him. Chan even said that he would prepare stuff for only 7 people...his friend group consisted of 8 members, including...him.

His hand trembled. His breathing became heavier, his chest dipping up and down aggressively. He was struggling for air. Jeongin panicked, diving for his childhood stuff toy, a rabbit. He hugged it tightly to his chest as thin tears began streaming down his face. He knew it...

...his friends no longer wanted anything to do with him.

~ the next day ~

Jeongin groaned as he roused, his eyelids sealed shut from a sticky substance. His hand instinctively flew up to his face, his finger scratching at his eyelashes to remove the substance. He sighed. Just great! He'd cried himself to sleep since yesterday afternoon and now he was hungry as hell.

As if on cue, his stomach growled. He wanted to eat some food desperately but the ache in his heart paralysed him. His thoughts took over, drowning out the hunger.

'They no longer want to be friends with me', 'They're ignoring me', 'What did I do wrong?', 'I am that bad at keeping others company?' His gaze flew over to his bedside table, eyeing the drawer. It would be so very simple for him to open the compartment, take out the blade and-

A knock startled him from his self-harming thoughts. He didn't know where to look, what to do and what to think anymore. His friends had been his base support in life and now...

Another knock. And another. When Jeongin didn't go to answer the door, the knocking escalated to raps. Panic settled in his heart and he leapt out of bed and ran for the door, pulling it open. He looked down at the floor, unwilling to look the guest in the eye. "S-Sorry...I was b-busy with-with-"

He got swept off his feet as the person swept him up in a hug. "What's wrong, Innie? Why didn't you respond to our texts yesterday? And why does it look like you've been...

crying..."