'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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The café they ended up at was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, the kind of place you’d only find if you were looking for it. Warm lighting bathed the small space, and the smell of fresh pastries lingered in the air. It was the perfect refuge from the chaos of the outside world.
Miyeon was ushered to a corner booth, where Seungkwan, Dokyeom, and Hoshi arranged themselves around her like a protective barrier. The quiet murmur of other patrons faded into the background as they focused entirely on her.
Seungkwan slid a cup of tea across the table to her, his expression soft but insistent. "Here, drink this. It’ll help."
Miyeon hesitated before wrapping her hands around the warm mug. The heat seeped into her fingers, thawing the chill that had settled there. She took a small sip, the earthy aroma of the tea grounding her, even if only a little.
Her tears had stopped a while ago, but the ache in her chest hadn’t faded. The weight of confusion and too many unanswered questions still bore down on her. She glanced at the three of them, their expressions a mix of patience and concern. They were waiting, but they didn’t push.
Dokyeom leaned forward, his voice gentle, "We don’t have to talk about it now if you’re not ready. But when you are, we’re here."
Hoshi chimed in, his usual bright energy tempered but still comforting. "Yeah, even if you just want us to sit here all day. We’ll do that. Whatever you need."
The kindness in their words chipped away at the fortress of pain she’d built around herself. She didn’t know how to thank them properly, so instead, she cleared her throat and deflected.
"Where were you all going before you found me?" she asked, her voice rough from crying.
"We were on our way to practice," Dokyeom said, sitting up a little straighter, "For the orientation day performance."
Orientation day.
Her brows furrowed as the realization hit her, her eyes widening, "Oh no. I completely forgot to come see your performance on the opening day. I’m so sorry. I meant to, but with everything..." Her words trailed off, guilt sinking in making her bury her head in her hands.
Hoshi chuckled softly and waved her off, "Don’t worry about it. We know you’ve had a lot going on."
"Seriously," Dokyeom added, slinging an arm over her shoulders and ruffling her hair affectionately, "But if you feel that bad about it, you can make it up to us by cheering for us the loudest at the orientation performance. The three of us are performing together this time."
Miyeon looked at them in surprise, "Really?"
"Yeah," Seungkwan said, grinning, "It’s our own music too. Woozi and Vernon are helping us with the tracks."
