Genre - fiction, fan-made, non idol.
Warning - Sad and angsty ig...
word count - 827... well.
(Getting logged out and got locked out of the account isn't fun.)
"If he loved me why'd he leave me in that hell"
"if only he knows why I left"
I was standing at the corner, crying with my hand over my mouth. I still remember how much it hurted, cutting the onions, tomatoes, and lemon was pure torture. Suddenly I felt myself collapse, and pain shot through my body.
The surroundings got blurry as I saw my room again, for a split second. Drenched in sweat I stood up. The room was dark, so, I looked around with my hands as I blinked fast to clear up my vision. Shibal! I hit my foot on the side table.
I drank a whole cup of water and fell back in bed. The sleep still in my eyes, I slowly drift off. Back to dreaming, hoping for a good one this time, but we're not that lucky, are we; –The author loves to traumatize me.
The black faded, I saw my father standing at the doorstep as I peeked from upstairs, ‘Minho hyung is gone’ was all I could hear at that moment. How can he leave me here? He promised.
I remember he promised to leave with me. We planned but, why?
I am still here but you are free. Why? Why do you not love me? Why did you leave me here?
My father reached me, pulling me down with him. It hurts. But I don't do anything, I can't do anything. The woman, my mother, had her dress dirty like they ran over the dirt; I knew hyung was planning to leave but I didn't betray him, like he did.
My whole body ached. I don't know how long, I can't move. The rain was drenching me, the bench was cold, the wind made me shiver. The park, once an escape, now felt cold and deserted. It felt lonely and sad.
An eight year old cold and alone, hurt lying in the park. Why is God so cruel to him, the poor boy didn’t even do anything. The cold kept increasing, tears blurring the vision, he opened his eyes back in his bedroom. 4 P.M?!? It was the morning chill that woke Jeongin up, tearing him from his nightmare cum memory.
The sky looked rather pale for the morning, quite cold for July. He ruffled the blanket due to the cold. It was too early for him to go to work, His shift was from 10 today. He got some reservations done for today.
The Cafe occasionally send some staff on bookings or Restaurants. Even though Jeongin doesn't go, he felt he should try so, he got two reservation done for today – 10 Am and 7 Pm – weird right.
Waking up at 4 wasn't something he planned and it's bad it happened he'll feel sleepy at the shift now, Bad luck. He decided to go for a run, That saying ‘Go for a run in the very morning and now your day can't be any worse’ or something.
Sweaty, he returned at the apartment meeting with a half asleep Hyunjin in pyjamas, a rare sight, with his hair sticking everywhere. In a split second, upon seeing Jeongin, Hyunjin dashed back in his room.
Shrugging, Jeongin drank a glass of water and skipped to his room. He sat on his bed until a knock was heard, opening the door, a well dressed Hyunjin entered scratching his head.
“Hi hyung,” Jeongin made some space for him “you need something?”
“Not really,” Hyunjin sat beside Jeongin “I just wanted to talk to you”
“When will you be back today?” Hyunjin said straight forwardly “Like from work.”
“Uhmm around like,” Jeongin counted on his fingers “ Either 10 or 11. Why?”
“Uhh nothing, I gotta go for today,” Hyunjin stood up “Will be back tomorrow, maybe.”
“Okay, sure” Hyunjin left after telling Jeongin who sat back, lazily.
After the 10 Am shift Jeongin was pretty much drained, thank God he got 5 hours before going to work again. He would never take bookings again.
He huffed lightly as he walks on the footpath, the road was still damp from the morning rain. The chip-chap sound of his foot mixed with the horns and swooshes of the cars and buses.
Jeongin clasped the mouth of his loud friend, who saw him and just decided to scream. He looked around for any unwanted attention.
“Oh shut up,” Jeongin rolled his eyes, “We're in the middle of road.”
“So, what!” Han smiled shamelessly.
“What do you want?” Jeongin walked up ahead.
“Umm what time is your booking?” Han caught up.
“At 7,” He frowned, “Why?”
“Nothing,” Han walked away blowing a kiss, “Happy shift”
“whatever” Jeongin made a ‘disgusting’ face.
“Mr. Park, He will be there at around 10.”
“How can you be so sure, Ji?”
“I know, he got to work at 7, should be finished by 10.”
“This better be right, or else.”
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