Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

Calamity

Author's Notes: 

I'm back guys. Brace yourself for a long chapter ahead... 

Early August 2017

(Hyeyeon's Studio)

I caught a sting on the tip of my nose as I read his text. The sensation pricked the built-up moisture at the corner of my eyes, allowing them to free fall.

To stand tall and not hideaway, without knowing what lay ahead of him, ahead of us, that was Hyungsik. I could tell how each of his words were weaved with sincerity, but not without fear. He was going against the natural law of a public figure, that is to please others, but he was turning away from merely letting people hear what they wanted to hear. The risk involved was enormous, and here he was, pleading for me to trust him.

I thought about the words I wanted to say. But more so, the words he needed to hear. The comfort he needed. The weight of his words resounded again and again in my head, further straining the splitting headache effected by the intoxicants.

Pulling my bended knees to my chest, I lowered my head onto the space between, closing my eyes as I do so. I uttered the first thing that came to my mind. "Maybe... I should go to him instead."

"I've been waiting for you to say just that," Soojin emerged from the bathroom just then, her voice as clear as day.

Soojin's offer of encouragement seemed to do otherwise in my head. I swallowed, "Wait... it's probably not a good idea. I forgot there are probably dozens of reporters outside his home, waiting for their prey."

I didn't have to look at Soojin's face to know what she was thinking. Adjectives like pathetic, pitiful or miserable immediately came to mind.

"Hyeyeon-ah... Why do you live your life like that? Why do you let them tell you what to do?"

I paused at Soojin's legitimate question, unable to give her an account for my actions. At times like these, I wished I was as assertive and certain as she was. Hesitation was never in her books, and never will be.

My tear ducts were stimulated once again, and I braced myself for the waterworks. My mental state was a whirlwind; one moment I was waking up in cold sweat, the next moment I had my share of amusement with Soojin, and right now, I was about to break down again.

Soojin wrapped her arms tightly around my feeble form then, and I wept dejectedly against the fabric of her striped shirt. Her voice cracked softly, "Hyeyeon-ah. Look, things aren't as bad as it seems. It breaks my heart to see you like this. It breaks my heart to see the media doing all they can to crush you. I'm sorry that I was too harsh with my words. I... I just want to help you get out of this hole, whatever it takes."

"I do too, Jin," I cried out, feeling a searing pain on my chest. "But it's... so hard."

Images flashed through my mind as I ached for the comfort that came by being close to him. His slightly crooked smile when he bites his lips from being embarrassed. His set of honey eyes when they fell on me, letting me know that I was his and he was mine. And I wanted to hold him, and be held in his warm, sturdy arms.

But the fear of being "caught" in the public eye once more scared me like I never knew fear before. I hung on to Soojin's grip, but felt myself getting vulnerable with each passing second. My body couldn't keep from shaking as the sobbing continued. Every inch of me broke down until the fluid in my eyes were dried up, and I was left with nothing but a pair of puffy, swollen eyes.

The early rays of sunlight peeked into the corner of our room, casting shadows on the laminated flooring. Soojin's head turned slightly towards the light as she encouraged, "Hyeyeon-ah. if visiting is difficult for the time being... how about giving him a call?"