Dirty || Seulrene FF

-eleven-

*So sorry for the wait everyone. I was out camping and guess what goes away when you camp? WIFI so yeah here's an extra long chapter.*

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I silently darted down the opposite end of the hallway and into the living room for the front door.

My mother shuffled behind me.

"Seulgi, honey," She softly called.

"What?" I snapped defensively.

"Are you going out, sweetheart?"

"Yes..." I muttered as I watched her advance foward wearing an oddly warm smile, anxiously fidgeting about with my hair and adjusting the alignment of my clothes like she used to do when I was a small child.

"Have you eaten? Would you like me to make you something?" She asked in a forced joyful tone.

"I'm fine," I grumbled crankily as I bent down to rummage inside the shoe basket for my sneakers.

She observed my every movement.

It was when I was all laced up and ready to go that she spoke again.

"Seulgi...are you sure you're all right?"

That tone...

Fuck, I know that tone.

Her 'I want to believe you but I can't' tone.

And I didn't fucking know why.

Why?

Both she and Jaebum reacted differently to my scars.

Jaebum flipped his lid yet she remained calm.

Why?

If I didn't know any better, I'd think they were hiding something...

...I'd think they knew something I didn't.

But that couldn't be it.

What could they possibly know about me that I wasn't aware of?

"I said I'm fine."

My mother held clear conviction in her worn eyes. I knew she wanted nothing more than to question me further but instead, she sighed heavily and smiled her tired smile.

"Okay, dear. If you say you're okay...I believe you."

I'm not sure why but the way she worded that had me feeling...

Guilty.

I didn't want to stick around to figure out the rest.

Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this.

I sped out the door without even a simple breath of goodbye.

"I believe you..."

"I believe you..."

"I believe you..."

"I believe you..."

"I believe you..."

So why didn't I believe her?

An inward groan emitted from me as I charged down the two flights of stairs leading into the apartment entranceway.

Focus, Seulgi, focus. I religiously chanted to myself in an attempt to diminish the burdening concerns of my mother and brother.

But all it took was a glint of green to rail me back on track.