Lachesism - ✔️

Happy Ending

"What," I whispered, snapping my gaze upward, landing on Taeyong.

"We've decided to not let you in," Taeyong repeated, his voice full of certainty.

I nodded, feeling like something wasn't right, "And why is that?"

Taeyong's unmoving and certain expression faltered as he glanced to my left.

It wasn't discussed.

I looked over at Yukhei, anger slowly replacing the pit of sadness in my stomach, "You didn't even let them decide?"

"Y/N I couldn't. I knew about Jugyeong and I couldn't lose you too," He spoke, trying to reason with me and make things better.

"Yukhei, I don't know who told you I couldn't take care of myself but they're wrong. You are so terribly wrong," I spat as I stood up.

Yukhei just stared at me as I moved, taking a small breath in, "It's just not good for you."

"Don't tell me what's good and what's not good for me! You aren't my friend, my brother, or my father so stop acting like you dictate my life," I yelled before walking toward the door and walking out. I slammed the door shut behind me as I began walking down the street.

There Yukhei stood, the blankest expression resting on his usually happy features.

"Yukhei, she didn't mean it," Renjun murmured as he walked up behind the male, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"But what if she did? What if she meant every single word just spoken? What if she absolutely hates me and would rather be in Jugyeong's place," He spoke, his tone becoming more and more frantic as he spoke.

There it was.

He was finally breaking. After everything that pushed and pulled his heart, his thoughts, and his hopes. It was all crashing down. The blank expression was seized with worry and hurt. He needed nothing more than just a small crack in his foundation he built on top of his emotion before everything spilled. He slowly lowered himself to the ground and leaned against the couch, tears threatening to leak from his dark eyes. He bit his lip as he tucked his knees up to his chest. The quiver in his lip noticeable despite him making an effort to hide it. He kept turning his head as he tried not to cry. Renjun couldn't do anything as he watched one of the strongest people he knew break. 

He walked away, leaving the tall male sitting on the floor as he went and stood next to Taeyong. No one said a word as Jungwoo walked over and sat down next to him. He didn't say anything and he didn't hug him. He simply sat there in a comforting manner to give the male some reassurance that he wasn't alone.

All this and I continued to walk down the street. Nothing felt right anymore. Did I really mean what I said? I don't think I do. I want to go back. I really do but the fact that he deliberately told them not to let me join them hurts. I can take care of myself.

I sighed and shook my head before turning around and walking back. I kept quiet as I walked back. I knew they'd find me at some point and it'd be worse if I didn't just go back now. I kept my head down as I glanced around, glancing up a few times.

My phone went off so I stopped and looked at the screen. An unknown number. I furrowed my eyebrows before answering, "Hello?"

"Y/N, please tell me you didn't mean it. Even if it's a lie, please tell me."

It was Yukhei and he sounded broken. His voice was slightly higher pitched and there was a small crack in his voice.

I couldn't respond so I didn't. I slowly took the phone away from my ear but didn't hang up. I just continued walking. I could faintly hear his questions about if I was still there or not.

Once I saw the house, I took a deep breath and hung up. I then walked into the house without saying a word nor making a noise. No one remained in the living room as I slowly walked toward the staircase. Well, that's what I thought.

A small sniffle caught my attention, causing me to turn my head. I looked at the couch and saw Yukhei sitting in front of it, staring at the phone's black screen that rested in his hands. Putting my pride to the side, I walked over and crouched down in front of him, "I didn't mean it."

He jerked his head upward, blinked, and pulled me into a hug. I fell forward a little but caught myself. I wrapped a single arm around him as I used the other to prop myself up slightly. I didn't know what to do so I simply hugged him. Without warning, he pushed out the arm I was using to prop myself up and hugged me tighter. I waited a moment before wrapping my other arm around him.

It felt nice. His tight grip that seemed to be stronger than anything. It was my own grip. It belonged to me. I didn't ever want him to let go. I kept my face hidden as we sat there. His breathing was uneven in the beginning but soon evened out. The sniffles faded away, leaving us in a peaceful silence among one another. We didn't need to say anything. If actions could talk, the conversation between him would be heard all across the world. But here we were, not a word spoken but never needed.

I would never truly be alone anymore. Jugyeong may be gone and I may cry myself to sleep for nights here to come, but he would always be there. Whether I'm protecting him or he's protecting me. Whether we just sit on the couch and watch movies or go out to dinner. One thing will never change. 'We'. That word will always be apart of that sentence. It will never be singular. The wonders of what a simple hug can do go beyond human knowledge. But one thing will always be understood. They change people. I should know.

They changed me.