letting you fall. (KaiStal f.f)

Ch. 6

"Soojung, are you sure it's alright for you to just publicly visit—" I cut Miyeon off by slamming the car door in her face. Just 35 minutes ago, I was in my office on the call with Jongin. 35 minutes later, here I am rushing myself into a hospital.

Right outside of the hospital is an ambulance that still has its sirens on and flashing. It's screeches have always paralyzed me; the high pitch hits the bumps of my skin and causes me to have goosebumps. But seeing that thing in front of me right now makes me want to kill it, if I could.

There are a few paparazzi surrounding me as I run in my heels into the hospital. No more than 10, I'm guessing. The sliding doors push away from each other, causing a light breeze to form on my body.

"Soojung-ssi, is the reason you're here because of Jongin?"

"Ma'am, will you tell us why you're running into a hospital early in the morning?"

"Miss Jung, did you and Jongin perhaps have some sort of relationship in the past or currently?"

Even with all the gosh dang questions shrilling into my ears, I purposely ignore them with all my might and continue onward. To avoid being followed, I sprint into the nearest, open elevator and hit the '><' button probably a million times. As though my prayers and swearing in my head has been answered by God, the paparazzi fail to join me in the elevator.

Heaving a sigh, I press the button of the 6th floor and wait as the machine pulls me up into the air. My phone rings in my purse as the elevator pulls itself to a stop. With the upmost coldness, I ignore the call and step out of the elevator onto a floor with not much people.

Walking over to the seats, I quietly think to myself. I shouldn't be dumb; in fact, he used me 8 years ago, just like Jin said. He told another girl that she was gorgeous and... practically made me sound like a play toy.

Don't cry, Soojung, you idiot.

My face conjoins a small smile and tears as I look down at the bracelet he gave me before we went on our separate paths. The meaning of this bracelet... the cries that I heard him plead 8 years ago on my hospital bed.

"I can't believe I'm saying this... I really can't. If you asked me for forgiveness, I will. But asking for my heart after you, yourself, had split it... that's too frightening." I whisper and grip the bracelet.