Broken Vow - Part 5 (1/2)
Three kids were woken up at the middle of the night assobs continued racking the small room. One was starting to whine, the other staring in shock while the other was obviously pissed. Their gazes were locked up to a shadow at the corner; it was evident in their faces that the commotion was not at all new. The one boy that was crying on his own corner was curled up into a ball as he held on to his blanket for his dear life. His sobs were echoing inside the room as two grown up men entered.
Hyukjae immediately ran to the three oblivious kids and hushed them to sleep. He threw words of comfort to them and appeased them that everything is okay, just another normal tantrum. He eyed his co-teacher and nodded meaningfully at him, the other immediately getting the message.
“Masaki…” Sungmin called quietly as the kid tightened his hold onto his blanket. “Masaki, come on, please. Talk to me.” He walked close to the young boy and scooped up his small form from the bed. Masaki wiggled out of his hold but Sungmin tightened the loop of his arms as he carried the still crying boy outside the room.
The journey to his room was no easy task as he tried to hush the flailing kid on his arms. He cannot afford to wake the whole household with the kid’s tantrums. As soon as he had reached his small room, he shut the door and placed the kid down. By the time he was freed, Masaki ran onto the corner of the mattress and curled himself up.
It was too depressing, for a seven year old, to cry his heart out, the disappointment, the fear and utter sadness, was too evident with every sob. His world was falling apart once again, like the day his mother left him. Sungmin could feel his muscles shake out of sheer sorrow and frustration. He let another person down.
"Masaki..." he called quietly, approaching the crying boy. "Masaki, please."
"Go away!" His voice was grimmer than his sobs, it was full of pain, fear and anger. "Go away... leave me... leave me."
Sungmin dreaded this. The day when the only person who believes in him suddenly turns his back, throwing him away. Ever since he had left Kyuhyun, he knew that no one, no one would care for him, no one would believe in him because he destroyed every faith people had for him. But when Masaki came into his life, he suddenly felt needed again, loved despite the kid's awkwardness... and he just have to mess things up once again.
"Mommy..." Masaki's voice echoed. "Mommy...."
"Masaki, please." he begged. "I'm here. I won't leave you."
There was no response, only harder cries. Sungmin's heart broke once more; the shattered pieces that were broken when Kyuhyun was diagnosed ill had been crushed further… destroying him even more. Sungmin did not know how broken he was, not until Masaki threw him away, when the kid turned his back onto him. Kyuhyun must've done the same, Kyuhyun must've hate him now. He was worthless, he was heartless.
It was the coldest spring Sungmin had felt. It was the second time he felt so alone, so worthless as he curled beside Masaki who had finally dozed off after too much tears. He hugged his knees thinking of ways on how to compensate for his doings.
He curled his form closer to the kid and cried onto his small shoulders. Sungmin could only mutter a soft “sorry” as he too finally dozed off, into once again a nightmare-filled sleep. They were back, the voices and cries haunted him one again, calling him to come back, calling him heartless and weak… and it was there… Kyuhyun’s voice.
His muscles were sore when he woke up. He sat up immediately as he realized that the boy beside him was gone. Scanning the room, he found Masaki seated at the farthest corner, his small blanket hovered onto his head while he hugged his knees tightly.
“Why are you still here?” His small voice asked him, shaking in both anger and fear. Sungmin shivered upon the coldness.
“Masaki, please listen to me.” He spoke quietly approaching the boy. “Masaki, what you heard last night… they, they have nothing to do with you. I… I won’t leave you.”