worthless [p.jh]

3

Jihyo woke up in Mina's arms. She gently peeled herself away from the other's embrace, replacing the duvet on the girl and entered the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, her eyes still red from her crying the day before.

Weak.

Crying isn't weak.

You're weak.

I'm not weak.

You're a mess.

She laughed bitterly at this thought, because it was so undeniably true.

She was a mess, her reflection proving so.

Jihyo washed her face and then got dressed, quietly leaving the dorm, trying not to wake up her bandmates.

She made her way to the company building, greeted with a few familiar smiles from staff which she gratefully accepted. She made her way up the stairs, down a corridor that she was fairly unaccustomed to. Navigating her way to a plain wooden door, she knocked without anticipation.

"Yes come in, I wasn't expecting any patients toda- Park Jihyo, unless I'm mistaken? Have a seat."

Jihyo nodded and entered, closing the door shut behind her.