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Chapter 5

Mina PoV

I turned my head away from Jaemin. I couldn't just tell him what happened. That would bring Jaemin into this big mess of mine.

 I had history with Yerim. We used to be best friends. From elementary to middle school. We would spend every moment of our lives hanging out together. We always had playdates and sleepovers and went shopping at the big malls. Every summer, we would go to this one camp together. We didn't spend the summer of eighth grade together and then everything just suddenly changed. Yerim changed completely. She became this super popular girl because her dad had some recent advancements made to his company. Everyone would talk about her. People would notice who she was. And she got obsessive over this attention. 

Yerim's dad had bought her a lot of expensive name brand clothing and bags and other accessories. I was jealous at first because I knew my parents would never buy me such things. I thought we would still be friends even if she did have a lot of attention. However, that wasn't the case. She pushed me away. She ditched me. She bullied and told everyone about my secrets that she promised to keep. Yerim had other people come pick on me. I thought I was worthless, that no one cared about who I was and I almost resorted to painting pictures on my skin with sharp, shiny pencils.

Then in the middle of the year of freshman year, Yeseul transferred. I thought, this would be the only chance for me to make a friend without her knowing about my past. So I snatched the opportunity, afraid that it would never come again. Yeseul befriended me quickly and I would begin to spend my days looking for her face in the crowd of students. She would eventually come to learn about the rumors and secrets going around the school but she stood by my side even then. That's when I knew that Yeseul was definitely someone worth holding close by my side. 

"Mina-ah~" Jaemin said gently. He held my hand gently in his big hands. 

I looked at him, surprised by his actions. 

"Please tell me. I want to help you. I need to help you." Jaemin said.

"Why? Is it because I look so broken? It is because I seem like I can't handle things myself? Why is it that every person in my life treats me like a child? Like I'm so broken?" I asked, frustrated all of sudden. 

Jaemin became silent. He put his hands in his lap and then leaned back in his chair. 

Immediately, guilt filled my gut. 

"Jaemin--" 

"No, it's okay. I get it. You don't want to be treated like this. I'll just leave it to you." He said, cutting me short of my words.

I sat up in the bed. I groaned slightly in pain, but eventually managed to sit up and face Jaemin. He looked at me, wide eyed. I grabbed his hand, and intertwined our fingers. 

"I'm sorry for bursting out like that. I shouldn't have done that. I was being ignorant." I said. 

Suddenly, a wave of sad energy overcame me and tears just poured out of me. I couldn't stop them from falling no matter how hard I tried. 

"Hey, hey. No. It's okay." Jaemin got up from his chair and sat down on the bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close while I tightly held onto his shirt, crying. 

"It's okay. It's okay." He muttered over and over. 

Loudly, the door burst open and in walked my older brothers. 

"WHERE IS MY BABY?" Taeyong shouted. 

I looked up and starting sobbing even louder at the sight of my brothers. "Opppaaa~" I said. 

Taeyong immediately rushed over to me and cupped my cheeks. "Yah, who did this to you?" 

I just continued to cry and unable to talk. Jaemin just staring quietly at the rest of us. He got up and Mark sat next to me and held my hand. 

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you are okay. Are you okay?" Taeyong asked, hugging me. 

I nodded. 

Taeyong caressed my back softly until I stopped crying. I figured my eyes were really puffy and I didn't want anyone to look at me so I snuggled my face into the crook of Mark's neck. Mark held me close, giving me a light kiss on the forehead.  

"Are you really okay?" Mark whispered to me. 

"Mhm." I replied. 

"Ok, as long as you feel okay then we're okay." Mark said, giving me another kiss on my head. 

I finally mustered up enough courage to face the rest of the world around me. I gently rubbed my eyes so that my eyes wouldn't look as puffy. But, my nose. I couldn't do anything about it. My cheeks and nose always turned extremely red when I cried so I would turn really ugly.

"So, the doctor said that you might have to go through some surgery or whatever to help your cut heal properly, but it's going to leave a scar." Taeyong said, sitting in the chair Jaemin previously sat on. 

I nodded, understanding that this was a consequence I needed to go through because I was too close with Jaemin. I quietly gestured for Jaemin to come sit by me. He took a seat on my right side. I grabbed onto his hand, treasuring his touch that made me so happy on the inside. Before I had blacked out, I had made a promise to myself that I would leave Jaemin alone after my stay at the hospital. Honestly speaking, I was scared out of my life to know what might happen next if I stay by Jaemin for too long. 

"Could I just take some medications?" I asked. 

"I'll ask the doctor about it. Surgery is too much. Plus, it's really expensive." Mark said. 

He got up and left my hospital room. The door closed behind him as a thought popped into my brain.

"Wait a second. How did you know I was in the hosptial?" I asked. 

"Jaemin called us." Taeyong said. 

I looked to Jaemin for answers.

"Uh...I knew Mark hyung from a previous experience so I kept his phone number just in case I might need some help. The other day, I asked you about your siblings. I thought I remembered Mark-hyung mentioning that he had a younger sister. Didn't know for sure it was you though.  I was a bit curious, that's all." Jaemin explained. 

I nodded in understanding. 

Mark soon came back and he explained that the doctor said I could just take medications for the bacteria to leave my body. I could also be discharged today but they just needed to give me one last checkup on my neck before I left. And to help the cut heal faster, I would need to put a bandage over it. I understood and agreed to the terms. As long as I didn't need to go through surgery or anything, I was okay. 

A/N: Hello beautifully handsome and gorgeous people of the world. How are you today? Now I know that some of you may be thinking, why would you need to undergo surgery for a dumb cut and why is it so dramatic? Well guess what...I am a very dramatic person...so chill. Also, I forgot to do enough research and I just wrote what came to mind...so yeah. Okay, well have a beautiful wonderful day and I love you!!!!!! Bye!