Jonghyun’s POV
“Oppa… I can see what you’re going through…and… I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.”
My head hurt. Images of Key’s arm, spotted with bruises like teardrops on a sheet of paper, swam before my eyes. His face: surprised, then anxious and reserved. His eyes: dark with sorrow and a steadfast determination to hide everything from me.
He doesn’t trust me…
Mi Sun’s words slowly passed through the haze of tears and confusion, but they failed to register in any logical portion of my mind.
“I can see what you’re going through…”
What was I going through?
Her eyes were wide with concern, and her warm fingers laced through mine didn’t bring the comfort I would have expected. I suddenly remembered what it felt like when Key wrapped his arms around me; when his lips met mine… That was more comforting than this.
“Wh…What?” My voice was soft with the weight of my emotional onslaught.
“We shouldn’t see each other anymore,” Mi Sun repeated quietly. “I think it’s best for both of us.”
I shook my head in an effort to clear it. We hadn’t even been dating for an entire week…
Key just walked away… He took Taemin and walked away from me…
Where did he go?
And why did I care so much?
“Oppa… Did you hear me?”
I shook my head again. It was so difficult to focus… So difficult…
“Ne, Mi Sun… I heard.”
“Do you understand why, Jonghyun? I need you to listen to me.” She reached up and placed her hand under my chin, forcing me to stare into her eyes.
I expected myself to blush at her touch, like I did every time Key came too close, but I didn’t. The proximity had no effect on me at all.
“Jonghyun,” she began, her voice clear and forceful. “Look at me. Just look at me, all right?”
I hastily brushed the tears from my eyes and turned my gaze toward her. Her eyes glistened with sorrow, and her long lashes darkened their perimeter, creating unreadable shadows that put me on edge. Key’s eyes were clear and bright…his lashes framed them perfectly and, although I sometimes had to guess at the secrets they held, there was something about his eyes…
“Oppa.”
Mi Sun’s voice shattered the illusion my mind had carefully constructed, slamming reality back into my conscious and bringing her face before my eyes once more, even though I found myself desperately wishing for a different face…
“Oppa, you aren’t really seeing me, are you?” Her voice grew soft as she reached up and slowly waved her hand in front of my face. “I know there’s someone else that you’re wishing for.”
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Personal Sunrise
אקראיKim Kibum, or Key, as he prefers to be called, is a beautiful boy with a broken life. Ever since the age of thirteen, he has been trapped in a relentlessly abusive household. He knows how to keep his composure, and his mental strength is unbreakable...
