\\ NIGHT\\ Fantasy AU \ ATEEZ Fanfic

// Chapter 19 \\

Sorrow was my current predicament. It always was and will forever be that: sorrow.

I found myself laying on the floor of the living area as pieces of shredded sheets scattered all around me. I couldn't get the thoughts of the words I'd said out of my head: Get out. Guilt tugged at the memory of my harsh words. Bomi had hurt me, but the look of fear she gave me after my words had shown she didn't know what was happening at all. She was oblivious— Something I wish I had for everything that's happened. And it wasn't just Bomi that made me feel that way.

Yunho may have admitted how he felt about me, but that didn't change what I knew about his happiness with Bomi. Why did he feel that way? Why wouldn't he tell me? Oh right, the entire reason he didn't was probably due to our recent arguments. I felt like I needed to blame Yunho, but, whenever I thought about this, the blame always seemed to shift to me.

Seonghwa was someone I can't even fathom the complexity of. First, he has a burning hatred of me because he thought I had something to do with the Takers. Then, he tries to act friendly and hospitable after I come back to his court— befriending me, in a way. Now, he acts as if I'm some type of chess piece that needs to be pushed one way or the other without me being in control whatsoever. What would be next? And I almost trusted him, but I knew that would be a dangerous thing to do.

The only person that had made things any better in this place was San. The thought of him had me remembering our extravagant journey from this morning. I hadn't felt as much joy I had with San in so long. I missed his presence being alongside me.

My thoughts were interrupted with a knock from the door. I was about to go answer it until I heard the voice from the other side.

"Star? It's me," Yunho spoke.

How was he already back from his duties from today? I glanced up to the clock at the side of my room to now see that it was late in the evening. Curse my internal clock and its inconsistency of time.

I stayed silent, hoping he would believe that I wasn't here. I did not wish to answer the door. Perhaps I would've spoken to him if I didn't look inside his head. Perhaps things would've carried on the same, but not now. Not after what his mind had revealed to me.

"I know you're in there, Star," Yunho spoke after awhile, "Bomi told me. Are you alright?"

Of course Bomi told him. The mention of her name made me want to talk to Yunho even less. Had she told him about my outburst when I saw her in my room? But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I found myself not caring to know the answer.

"Star, please-"

"Go away, Yunho," I finally spoke in a hollow voice.

But Yunho wouldn't let up, "We need to talk. If you would just listen-"

"I'm not listening to you," I interrupted him once more, "So go away."

"Star," I rolled my eyes at his words. He wouldn't just give in, "I know what you saw and I can explain. I don't want this-"