SOFT BUN || markhyuck

23.

[4 days later]

Every second in this house had been anxious.

Every time, I saw someone coming in my direction, I was expecting them to grab me by my hair and through me in a dark room where I'll rot to death for murdering someone. I was also seeing Jeno often now. I couldn't understand his motive. What was he expecting? Was he waiting for something? Or was it more like... keeping an eye on me so that I don't open my mouth.

I gulped the lump in my throat. I was thirsty. Katsu passed by, glaring each servant standing in a line.

Kim was officially reported missing.

Nobody knew where he was. And this house was the last place everyone saw him at, so Katsu was getting talked about. His ego could not bare that. So if he saw anyone talking about the matter and pointing fingers at him, that person was fed to the dogs. How did I knew when no one has actually seen that happening?

Cause apparently, when you're dragged by two random people, through the woods and never come back with them. And of course, the screams.

The screams. God that part is so damn terrifying.

I wanted, at this very moment to be like a writer. So focused on the little details. Like how everyone at this moment, standing in this line; their lives depending on their every move. How they were shifting from one feet to the other. Or how their eyes were fixed on their feets- bruised and naked. Moving the eyes above and one could see the knees with purple wounds. Some old and some new. The ripped clothes and skinny bodies. Miserable in every way. I wanted to see all that in the boy that stood on the opposite side to me, but I couldn't. Because the kid in the window behind him had all my attention.

Those eyes peeking through the curtains, I could recognize them from far away. He waved at me, expecting the same thing in a reply but I shifted my gaze down to my feet. Trying my best to hide the smile that was crawling its way to my lips. Making their corners turn up for no damn reason.

He will be the death of me.

Literally.

I wanted to think about anything else. Anything, maybe like how the plants beneath my feet were pushing through the soil bit by bit each day, but instead I kept thinking about how his fingers slid between mine so perfectly.

Those little freckles that were barely there and the moles. His brown eyes and the curl of his hair resting on his forehead as he stood close to me staring into my eyes just like I was staring into his.

The thought of someone catching us if I ever touched him again terrified me.

I wanted to say it.

How I felt, but I was- more terrified of the consequences they'll bring with them. I still needed time. Nowadays, I was letting myself sink in emotions so much that it was getting unhealthy for me. No matter what I tried to do. Good or bad. I was constantly living in pain.

I wanted to think if there was some place where I could trade this body or maybe just rewire my brain because I'm still living in pain.

I was like a daisy, in this storm.

it'll get better, i promise