i have been working on 일곱, 여덟 and 아홉 for over a week now and I was editing a little something in each chapters and when I saved them, it all got deleted. yay :))) so enjoy this re-written shitty ass chapter xo
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Warmth.
I smile widely and scoot myself closer to my mom as I lay my head on her shoulder, her arms gingerly wrapped around my slim figure. Her fingers trace random shapes on my back, resulting in goosebumps appearing on my neck.
We both remain quiet as we watch a movie. The house is quiet, nothing is to be heard but our breathing and the soothing voice of two or three actors.
Time seems to go by slowly as I catch myself staring at the clock every now and then, hoping that my mother would fall asleep soon so that I could kiss her goodnight and head to bed.
But before I can even do such a thing, she unexpectedly stands up, both hands wrapped around her neck as she coughs rather deeply. I dart off the couch and hover myself over her, asking what's wrong, my heartbeat quickly increasing.
She looks over at me, blood on the side of her mouth, and stops coughing. Instead, she gives me a faint smile and it's only a matter of seconds before her eyes roll to the back of her head and she falls into my arms.
I scream at the top of my lungs, begging for help, as I hold my mother's dead body desperately. I kneel with her weight in my arms, my tears matting the fabric of her knitted shirt.
I throw my head back and holler all the life left inside of me.
I sit up in panic, my shoulders violently shaking as my breath is caught up in my throat. It's getting harder and harder to breathe by the moment as my eyes scurry left and right, my heart challenging my lungs into a race. Sweat drips down the sides of my face as well as my lower back, my body becoming nothing but a shaky pool of heat. I take a look around me and realize that I fell asleep by the fire, the two boys mere feet away from me.
Nightmare... it was just... a nightmare.
I heave a sigh and run my hand up to my burning forehead, dipping my palm in warm sweat. I can't stop the tears from falling down, since it almost seems too easy to let them go as they make their way down my cheeks and neck, my soft sniffles resonating in the quiet night.
"Stop being such a crybaby." one of the boys calls out — I'm not sure which one since I just woke up and everything around me seems like nothing but a blur. My guess being Taemin since he's always harsh with me, I shoot him a glare and my thoughts are soon confirmed as he sits up as well and stares at me indifferently.
