in which hanbin and jennie found comfort in each other on the 10th month of the year.
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✨ 𝐇 𝐚 𝐧 𝐛 𝐢 𝐧 ✨
Ever since that incident, I find it hard to drag my feet out of the house. I tried my best to stay inside whenever possible; watching K-dramas, playing with Hanbyul, even helped my mom cook from time to time.
Some mornings, I dread waking up. I forced myself back to sleep until my head hurt from sleeping too much, but I'd take it over feeling emotions. Some mornings, however, my head hurt from being sleepless. The voices in my head got too loud, forcing me to stay awake in my bed. Normally, I would turn it into songs. I would write out melancholic words, hum the melodies, and my fingers would be busy running on keyboard tiles.
I would. I would. I would. But I would not. Not when I ruined my own happiness. Not when I brought misfortune on six, innocent lives. Not when I disappointed thousands of people who always supported me. I don't have the heart to write and compose songs anymore.
Three months. It had been three months, yet it felt like years. The month was October now, today marking the first day of the month.
I stayed home on most days. After getting up in the morning, I usually did some light workout, showered, had breakfast, stayed on my laptop, had lunch, took naps, had dinner, showered once more, then went back to sleep.
Being outside of the house felt unsafe to me. My fingers would tremble like crazy, my knees turning weak, while my lungs suffocated me. I felt eyes judging me all the time, I could not dare to raise my head. Even with a mask on, I believed everyone would notice who I am. It was as if the mistake that I did was tattooed on my body.
These days, going out felt bearable. I could still feel eyes on me, but I always tried to practice mind control. I started to get better, all thanks to my family. No matter how tough the investigation would get, I knew deep in my heart that my family would take care of me; I knew they would never leave me.
Things started out small. My mom would drag me out of the house by asking me to throw out our waste. Then, she'd take me out to buy groceries. Hanbyul too, she would fire me up by telling me she'd go to the park to meet her boyfriend. Annoying, right? My dad also took me fishing along with my uncle once.
Today would be my very first time traveling out of the town in three months. When my mother asked, I was sweating buckets and almost cursed in front of her. I mean, Busan is that city. Busan is loved by tourists and even the locals.
When I asked her why, her answer melted my heart. My mom said she wanted to have a relaxing time with her children; a quality time. She even let Hanbyul skip school and academy.
How much the investigation affected me, my mom was aware of it. Hanbyul had been struggling with her grades at school, as well. Quoting my mom, she said she felt bad that her children are going through hardships yet there is nothing she can do. I realized my mother meant well, she was looking after her children just like any mother would. She was worried about me, about Hanbyul too. I'd be a bad son if I said no.
