The Broken Hearts Care Club | (X1/BY9/ITZY/IZ*ONE)

one. new member

Nam Dohyon

Dohyon glances down to the paper clutched in his hand making sure he was in the right place. Room 205. This was it.

The boy wasn't much of a joiner. In fact he mostly kept to himself. He was anonymous within his grade. But as circumstances were, he found himself compelled to check out a fairly unknown club that he hadn't heard of prior to seeing the flyer on the wall during a quiet lunch near the school bulletin board.

He pulled open the door with ease and entered timidly, unsure of his actions.

Inside the room was a group of boys spread throughout the rather spacious classroom. They busied themselves with whatever matters as the boy made his way further inside. Only two of the boys acknowledged his presence.

A tall one, with blonde hair that made him distinguishable from the rest, stood up suddenly. "Hello, can we help you?" He asks with a forced smile. This seemed like a lost kid to him.

"Uh, yeah," Dohyon stuttered out, "I was looking for the bro—"

"Broke hearts club?" The other boy who noticed him chirped in. A chestnut brown haired boy with a pensive facial expression glances his way.

The young boy looked over at him for a second then back over to the tall one.

"Yes, I think so. If it's the same—"

"It's the same." The tall one confirmed. He shifted slightly, gazing at the seemingly younger boy. "We sometimes call it that. 'The broken hearts care club' can be a bit of a mouthful at times."

"Clearly," Dohyon says in agreement, nodding his head.

The tall boy made his way closer to Dohyon. "So, what are... you doing here? Why did you show up here?" Inquisitiveness laced in his tone. He was genuinely curious. This light brown haired, round cheeked young boy that seemed very unsure of himself showing up out of nowhere.

Which couldn't be any closer to the truth. Dohyon himself wasn't quite certain why he was there. He had almost forgotten. Then the thought of that long, flowing dark brown hair and almond shaped, bright brown eyes, came to his head and everything was certain again. His determination was reinvigorated.

"Oh, right. I was hoping I could join."

Promptly, all the other boys turned their attention to Dohyon. It was unusual for people to join. They hadn't gotten a new member in two years. So this declaration was somewhat surprising.

The boys exchanged a look.

"Alright. Well, uh," began the tall boy, thinking of what to say, "I'm Kang Minhee. President of this club. And that's Junho." Minhee pointed to the other boy that noticed Dohyon's entrance.

The boy nodded his head of chestnut hair. "Cha Junho," he confirmed.

Minhee went on with his quick introductions. "And there's Hyeongjun, Dongpyo, and Eunsang." Two out of the three were on their phones and one, with a dark head of hair and a youthful face, was focused on drawing in a notebook. "We're all juniors. So I guess we'll start with who are you and why you want to join."

The tall blonde desperately wanted to emulate the past club presidents before him. They seemed so assured of themselves and what they were doing. This was one of the best times to exert that sort of behavior.

The young boy was also searching for the right words. He didn't need to mess up now. "I'm Nam Dohyon. I'm a freshman. And I'm here because there's this girl, she's my friend," Dohyon tried to control his shaking hands, "anyway, her boyfriend broke up with her or cheated on her. I don't really know, but she's really sad now, and I want to help but I don't know how. I thought you guys could help me, help her?" The questioning tone at the end didn't exactly make him seem certain of his intentions.

Junho looked to Minhee, waiting to hear what he has to say, while the others waned in interest.

"I think we could help you with that," he finally says.

Dohyon smiles softly, pleased with the outcome of the conversation.

"But joining isn't all that easy. This is a commitment. You can't go into this half-assed." Minhee used a commanding tone causing the young boy to nod vehemently. "There are rules you need to comply with."

"Rules?"

"Four to be exact. If you give us your phone number we'll send you all the information you need. Dongpyo?"

The dark haired boy peered up from his notebook.

"Would you be so kind as to get Dohyon a piece of paper and something to write with?" Begrudgingly the boy ripped a paper from his notebook, handing it over to Minhee.

The blonde set it on a table along with a pen. Gesturing for the young boy to start writing. There was a sort of excitement in him. He always wanted to get more members but no one had wanted to join before, not while he was president. It was at a time like this that he truly felt in charge.

"Look, this isn't some club for talking to girls," he says quietly to Dohyon once he finishes. "These are real people that need friends and emotional support. If you can't be that for them then you don't belong here."

"Yes, I understand," Dohyon quickly says, hoping that he sounded sincere.

"Alright then." Minhee scribbles out a line of numbers and rips the paper in half. "This is my number if you need it. We'll figure out a time to get you started." He smiled at the boy handing him the now folded paper. He kept the other half with the boy's number to himself.

"Thank you so much!" Dohyon said excitedly.

He went to leave but was stopped on his way out.

"You're going to like being a part of this," a sweet toned voice spoke. It belonged to another youthful looking boy with fluffy brown hair and big eyes. Hyeongjun, Dohyon remembered being told during the introduction.

The boy was smiling at him, looking up from his phone.

He said it with such conviction that Dohyon couldn't help but believe he made the right decision of going to them. "Thank you," he replied before making his leave.

The Broken Hearts Care Club gained a new member and Dohyon gained an opportunity.

Status: edited
Written: Nov 17, 2019