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Chapter 2

Song - Without You from Yoon Bomi

“ Chapter 2 - Destroyed ”

*Tzuyu's Pov*

I watch Daamin as he peacefully sleep in my arms. For a moment, I decide to just sleep with him but then I hesitate and like a string pulling me back, I kiss the person I love the most on his forehead and without making a noise, I get up from the bed, making sure not to wake him.

There are three rooms in this apartment. Daamin started sleeping alone from last year cause apparently he wanted to be a big boy like some of his classmates. Before that, he would sleep in between me and Mingyu since he just had to have us both hug him to sleep. My baby.

Since Daamin, started sleeping in another room, it leaves me and Mingyu to sleep together. I don't know why when there are three rooms but maybe, just maybe, none of us want to sleep on an empty bed without someone's presence. Maybe, we're just too lonely to sleep alone. 

When I step out of Daamin's room, the hall is covered in darkness as I make my way towards my room. Opening the door, I find Mingyu peacefully sleeping on the bed.

I walk towards his side and sit on the floor, staring at him. He looks awfully handsome. It remind me of the time when I used to like him.

It's been five years...

I liked him like crazy but all he did was to give me pain. All he does is to hurt me. Even when I was already in pain, he gave me more to handle.

Even thinking about those times just make my skin crawl up.

Standing up, I leave his side and head towards the washroom where I stop in front of the large mirror, staring at my reflection.

My fingers trace the hickeys along with the red marks of his hand and I shiver at how disgusting I look right now. How weak I look right now. How depressing I look.

I feel used. I feel destroyed. My world was destroyed with a hammer and I couldn't do anything. No matter how much I run away, the memories always find their way back to me.

Even I laugh at myself. If not for Daamin, I would have killed myself a long time ago. Away from this hell, away from Mingyu, away from those nightmares, away from all the memories...

As if a stone kept on my heart, it starts to feel heavy.

Just then, my eyes fall on the blade kept near the mirror, looking so tempting and the sky would fall the day I resist reaching out for it.

One cut won't hurt.

Gripping the blade in between my fingers, I start to run it along my wrist but I soon stop, realizing, I just cut myself at a place where people can easily see it.

Well, it is just a small cut. But still, the way my blood is oozing out my wrist, it feels satisfying enough.

My lips tug upwards.

It hurts but it's not enough.

And I need more satisfaction.

I crave it badly.

With my hands trembling, I press the blade near my throat and see a small drop of blood leaving my skin.

I think of how much good it will feel if I cut my throat but soon I am pulled back to reality when Daamin's face pop up in my mind and my smile falls along with the blade in my hands.

What the hell was I trying to do?!

Realizing what I could have done makes me tremble and just as I turn around, I come face to face with Mingyu, who is leaning against the wall.

What were you doing? That is my cue to hide my hand behind my back but unfortunately, I can't hide my neck.

His eyes holds anger as he walks toward me before grabbing my hand, which I was hiding.

Aah-h. When he hears me wince in pain, he quickly removes my hand from his grip before his concern eyes find mine.

Don't.

Don't be concerned when you're gonna do something that will hurt me more than this mere cut.

Tugging on my other hand, he takes me out and makes me sit on the bed as he searches for the first-aid box. My eyes follow his movements and a river of emotions start to flood inside me. Most of them containing sorrow and longing.

He sits beside me on the bed before taking my wounded hand in his, my eyes still not leaving his face.

He must have gotten used to this, right?

If anyone saw these cuts, what will they think? He speaks and a pang of pain hit me once again.

Of course, it's only because I am Twice's Tzuyu.

Get away from me! I whisper-yell, jerking my hand out of his as if he just burnt me.

Tzuyu, don't. He warns.

What are trying to do, Mingyu? Trying to cover this cut up just to create a deeper one? I snap, my voice breaking in the middle. He meets my glare with his own, snatching my hand back and holding it firmly, his glare and grip leaving no place for me to argue.

As he treats me, even though it sting, I don't react to it. I am too tired to. That's when I realize how moist my eyes became and that's exactly when he looks up, causing me to look away from him.

Way to go, Chou Tzuyu.

Crying? And that too, in front of him?

I watch him invade my private space as his fingers graze the wound on my neck before his thumb starts stroking my skin, soothing me.

Lay down. He orders, closing the box as I eye my wrist with a sigh, a band-aid covering my wound.

Having no more energy to throw a fit, I lay down silently as I watch him get into the empty space beside me and cover both of us with sheets before laying down, facing me, his eyes boring into mine.

None of us speaks, none of us closes their eyes, we just stare at each other. And I wonder, what he is thinking right now...

It is then I feel his hand wrapping around my waist and I know what is to come.

He then pulls me close, leaving no gap between us which causes my breath to hitch as I stare at his honey-coloured diamond eyes.

I rest my head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat, realizing it matches mine. I don't want to cry but I can't help it when the tears start to roll down my cheeks.

Just when I am comfortable, his lips attach themselves to my shoulders, causing me to abruptly push him with my hands and stare at him with hurt.

His hands remove my hands from his chest before his lips meet mine for a second, then he burries me in his chest, his hand patting my back.

This is just for a short time. Tomorrow again, we will be back to haters, right?

This happens everytime...

My hands wrap themselves around him and I try to move even closer to him than we already are, finding comfort in this place.

It is weird, how this person is my hell but at the same time, he is my heaven too.

No matter from where I begin, I have to come back home. Where he is.

I don't want this moment to be over. This dream can't end.

At least, not right now.

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it's a little different from before.
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