Clean [kim mingyu]

03

mingyu mentally slapped himself as the words escaped his lips. he barely knew this girl and there he was, indirectly saying he wanted to be her friend. he saw how she was looking at him with disgust. it was like her eyes were burning through his soul.

"listen, i know seojoon made you do this... and let me tell you something: it's useless." she spat the words like venom, and it hurt mingyu in a way he never felt before. the boy felt the tears fill his eyes.

mingyu probably looked like a tough boy who'd cause troubles because of his looks but he was far from that. he was shy, but was still friendly. he was kind and caring, and liked to help others. but like everyone else, he had a part of his life he didn't want to share with others.

"i'm sorry." mingyu spoke. it came out like a whisper. "i just wanted to be your friend. but i never knew how to-" the girl stopped him, anger obvious on her face. "so you had to sneeze on me?"

mingyu's eyes widened. "i'm sorry, okay?! it was an accident. it was so hot in the bus and your hair was tickling my nose and it turned out i sneezed. but it wasn't really on you!" he stuttered, feeling big drops of sweats rolling down his face. he gulped when he saw her glare.

he couldn't tell exactly if she was judging him or she was simply disgusted. her eyes were blank, empty. like a blank page of a new sketch book.

"whatever." she crossed her arms over her chest and slumped down on her bed. suri closed her eyes and sighed. she hated this. she hated the situation she was in. she hated the place she was. she hated the fact she was with someone that made her lie on a hospital bed. she hated the boy. in other words, she hated everything that made her feel what she was feeling.

weak and vulnerable.

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"suri..." she didn't bulge. "i'll leave then. i left some cookies and breads. there is strawberry milk too. i heard it was the only thing you drink. and don't worry, i didn't touch it directly... i put gloves."

once suri heard the door close, she opened her lids. she looked at the feet of her bed and saw a green plastic bag full of sweets. her heart and tense face softened.

no one, except for seojoon but that was another story, has ever cared about her like this. even younger, no other child dared to approach her... because she looked different. because she wasn't fully korean. because she was an illegitimate child from an affair. she was born with blonde hair, hazel eyes and freckles. the features that made her asian were the shape of her eyes and the pale skin she had. when she got old enough, she started dying her hair a brown close to black, and started wearing concealer to hide the ginger freckles on her cheeks and the bridge of her tall nose. she eventually got to change her name to suri and got into an art academy.

she scooted closer to the bag, making sure her didn't tangle the cannula that came off her arm. she sticked her tongue out and grabbed the green bag. her eyes peeked in and she saw her favorite sweets: white chocolate chip cookies, coconut cookies and cream filled buns. there were also a dozen cartons of strawberry milk. and she noticed the lollipops at the bottom.

she unwrapped a coconut cookie and took a small bite. she unconsciously smiled as she tasted the sweetness and felt the crip from the coconut flakes.

and little did she know, someone was watching her through the small window of her door, smiling.

swollensoul: another chapter of clean, yay. honestly, i have a lot of inspiration with this story. why can't it be the same with hoshi?! :(  anyway, i hope you liked it. who do you think is the person behind the door? ;)

i should be able update another chapter this weekend, before i start working, and if no accident happens.

+ so, readers, do you have any questions for me? they could be about anything... fave songs, fave artists, fave ship, etc. they could be about a character(s) of any of my stories. you could ask for a spoiler ;) i don't guarantee you i'll give you one, but you never know.

anyway, until my next update xx