Confession of the broken (1/1)

A/N: I know the following chapter is not what you'd expect especially from Kyungsoo but it has to happen. Also, I'd be going on a 2 week hiatus to concerntrate on my examinations. Don't worry, I would not leave this story hanging like this, I'm still writting up the next following chapters but I guess they will be posted up after my examinations. Thanks again for reading this and I hope you readers have a great week. Till then~  I ran out of the library, tears blurring my vision as I intuitively make a beeline towards the toilet to prevent any unwanted attention because the last thing someone as pathetic as myself would want is a rumor floating around. I feel my body colliding with another as I slumped back upon impact, hard. I unconsciously rubbed my forehead over, trying to subdue to ache. I wiped my tears as I tried to envision the individual’s face, relieved as I saw the familiar annoyed face. “Watch where you’re going…Kyungsoo? What’s wrong, are you okay?” the voice stammered, his irritated face changing after he had carefully examining my tear-stricken face. I watched him in silence as he stood up to dust off the dirt before he came forward with an extending arm. Other students who happened to be passing by started to notice my situation after the boy had spoken and I suddenly feel myself feeling uneasy from the stares and attention. I reached out to the extended arm and was led to an empty room down the hallway. I watched as the boy retrieving a bunch of keys and unlocked the room and ushered me in. I sat down in one of the empty seats in the vacant room as the lights were flickered on, illuminating the dark room. The figure pulled down the blinds from the window, providing the much needed privacy I needed after what had happened. Pulling a chair out and sitting next to me, my class president stared at me with upmost silence before finally sighing and speaking up. I was still dazed from the sudden events that I did not respond to his constant calls for my name and had to shake my shoulders before I realized he was trying to get my attention. “You can stay here for the rest of the day. It’s okay, I’d give an excuse to the teachers that you’re sick or something. I’d bring down your belongings up here so don’t worry too much. Just, stay strong” he said and gave my hands a reassuring squeeze. I was still recovering from the shock because the once overprotective, always annoyed class president is now a caring, warm and helpful person. I affirmed the worried boy’s eyes with a smile and thanked him for his gratitude as I watch him walk away and closed the door and locking it.  I began to explore the room’s interior and sat down at one of the beanbags after fishing out a can of isotonic drink from the mini refrigerator. I scoffed at my loss at not joining the math club after looking at how prestigious the club actually is to have such facilities in their clubroom. I felt my phone vibrate inside my pocket but I could not be bothered to check who the message was from. All I wanted to do now was forget what had just happened. I wanted to be alone.Yes. I wanted to be alone because I deserved this. I was stupid to think Jongin even liked me in the first place. I felt myself trying hard to fight off the sleepiness as my eye lids grew heavier trying to not think of what had happened at the library. ~~~~~“Kai! Jongin!” I shouted waving to the tanned figure. I felt myself smiling at him and feeling light-headed as I ran up towards him. I yearned for him to be next to me, I felt desperate but the more I feel myself trying to catch up to him, the further he seemed to be and suddenly he stopped walking much to my relief. I saw how my boyfriend’s smile turned into a scowl as I neared him and I tried to stop in my tracks but ended up right in front of his intimidating figure. “What do you want?” “J- Jongin I just- “ “You what? Get away from me you loser, you’re just a stepping stone” Jongin started walking away. I tried hard to move my legs but the strength in them suddenly withered as I find myself dropping to the floor as I called for my beloved, over and over again. I felt helpless as he got further and further, never once did he stop to look back. I could hear his loud footsteps, as though it taunted me as he walked further but the noise kept getting louder and more persistent.