Troubled heart

Chapter 10

'Shut up'

Y/n's pov

"You're late." Mina whispered as she's typing on her computer. I just arrived to class 20 minutes late, I had to walk Chaeyoung to hers.

"It was an emergency, I'm sorry." I whispered and took out my laptop from my bag.

She stopped talking and just focused on the lecture. I swallowed a lump in my throat because of how thick the tension is between us. I really want to know of what I did.

"Mina." I whispered and kept my gaze on the laptop. She hummed and did the same thing as me.

"Are you.. mad at me? For not driving you home last week?" I asked for it was the only thing I could think of.

"Ofcourse not y/n why would I?"

"It's just-"

"I'm not mad. I'm just.. disappointed at your actions." She breathes out and I stopped my work and looked at her seriously.

"What did I do? I-I'm sorry if-"

"Y/n stop. I don't care on where you've been or what you did. Please let me focus and shut the hell up." She said coldly and I froze.

I wanted to cry or scream at that moment. The girl I love is telling me this. I am so used of her to be the one who is kind and condescending in our friendship that I was in complete shock.

She never once raised her tone at me, cursed or told me to shut up. I closed my laptop shut and stood up walking out the class. I probably heard the lecturer or someone call for me but I couldn't care less.

I needed air and I don't want to be an idiot who couldn't handle harsh words. I just want air and to process things.

Why can she be mad? Did I hurt her? Did I fucking-

I bumped into someone and he got looked suprised at me.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asked and I shook my
head walking past him instantly. I don't want to keep up with a bullshit that doesn't concern me.

I heard the guy call but I walked past the guard and to my car. I want to talk to someone, to someone who would understand me through and through.

So I drove to the nursing home to visit my mother.

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"Name?"

"It's Lee ji-min. My aunt is Lee bo-young."

"Okay she's in the television room with a few patients."

I nodded and walked my way there. My heart is hurting like crazy and I want my mother there to comfort me.

When I entered the room I immediately saw her. She is laughing and enjoying the television show or whatever it is. She saw me and stood up with a smile.

I ran to her and she opened her arms for me to hug. I cried on the spot on over joy and 'over pain'.

"What are you doing here? Your father-"