I arrived at Kwang's house, completely feeling broken and tired. I slowly approaching her room where music was slightly blasting from. I entered and saw her laying on her bed, messing with her phone.
"Hey.." I muttered,leaning against her doorway awkwardly.
I was only wearing a grey oversized sweater and ripped blue jeans while Kwang on the other hand was wearing a normal T-shirt and shorts on.
Kwang looked up at me, immediately smiling,"Gun!" She stood up, discarding her phone into the bed before running over to me, hugging me tightly.
I winced from her tight hug, my self inflicted wounds on me made me become fragile to the touch.
Bruises and scars, they were all over my body but I didn't want to pull away from her hug. When she finally let go, I felt myself frown.
She grabbed my hand, sitting on her bed beside her small figure.
"Are you alright?" She asked with a worried expression.
I only could nod, trying to avoid looking at her but failing.
Her body was fragile looking like a piece of paper. I observed her faded marks on her tiny wrists and the bruise on her hip that showed from her shirt being slightly lifted upward.
She laid back on her bed, I followed her actions while staring at the ceiling.
"Why is it you hate Off so much? He didn't mean to kiss that dude." She asked quietly before wrapping her arm around my waist gently, laying her head on my chest.
I stroked her short black hair in a slow manner,"I can't trust him." I spoke, continuing to stare emotionlessly at the ceiling.
She nuzzled against my chest,humming,"Give him one more chance. If he blows it then leave him. Just know, I'll always be here for you." Her soft voice spoke in a caring way.
I nodded,"Thank you, Kwang."
