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Hyung- Fuck off Suwoong. I dont want to see her. She almost fucking killed me! Minsu, cant you just- Look at me! Look at what she did to me! Minsu screamed. You stifled your sobs, pressing your fist to your mouth so no noise would escape. It had been an accident. Of course it had. You were in your car, heading towards the universal music korea building near lunchtime, when suddenly Minsu had said something that had rubbed you the wrong way, and had started a heated argument. For a while, you relationship had been strained and it took only a matter of time until the two of you exploded; you just wished it hadnt been then. You hated not looking at him whilst the both of you were speaking, but you kept your eyes firmly on the road in front of you, not willing to risk your lives simply through a spat. But you still made a mistake. You were parked at a red light in a junction, and you turned to face him, eyes burning into each others. You just sat, staring, and you were so enveloped in each other that you didnt see the truck flying out of control towards your car until it was too late. A loud smashing noise, tyres screeching and voices yelling. A sharp, splitting pain across the front of your face. Blackness. Now there you were, sitting in a hospital room connected to Minsu, listening to him swear he hated you because you were behind the wheel when the truck came flying into your stationary car. Now there you were, completely blind. The doctors didnt know when your vision would come back to you, if it ever would again, and all you could do was sit there, listening to everything around you. Maybe you deserved to be blind, for what you did to Minsu. You might not have been able to see what you did to his face, but he certainly could, and judging by his manner and the hesitation his band members used when talking to him, it wasnt pretty. You jumped about five feet into the air when you felt a hand on yours, ripping your limb away from the side of the bed you had felt the touch come from. Shit, sorry- Y/N! Its just me! the voice hissed and you immediately calmed, hands blindly searching for those of your closest friend. His hands clasped around yours quickly, bringing them up to his mouth and placing a series of quick, gentle kisses on your knuckles. You scared the shit out of me, you know that, right? Its not like I wasnt startled too. Suwoong laughed, letting go of your hand and you heard him pull the chair up next to you. How- you started, voice suddenly incredibly dry. Clearing your throat, you started again. How is he? He sighed heavily, and your heart sunk. Ill be honest, hes not good. Theres a lot of scarring on his face and body, but nothing major. We dont think itll be permanent either, you know, with all the products that fade scars and stuff. You nodded, slightly eased by what he said at the end. Still, you couldnt stop the crushing, suffocating guilt that weighed down on your shoulders. You had physically marred your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - in a freak accident that had also stolen your vision and thus, your self confidence amongst everything else. Right, you coughed. And me? Whats happening with my face? Suwoong said nothing, only leaning forward to press a tiny little kiss to your forehead. Nothing at all. Youre absolutely beautiful. Suwoong was such a liar. When he had left, promising to visit again tomorrow, you had immediately asked the first nurse that walked through the door who had come to change the dressings around your head. Hey, can I ask you something? you asked tentatively and she slowed down her work so she could concentrate on both you and her job. Of course you can. Whats my face like? Whats the scarring like? She sucked in a breath, staying quiet as she removed the last of the bandages. Its… You held your breath, waiting for the answer that would shatter your world. … Not brilliant, Ill be honest with you. Theyre not as bad as it could be, but theyll definitely scar. Okay. And my sight? We dont know yet. She wrapped a clean bandage firmly around your head, knotting it tightly at the side so it wouldnt cause discomfort whilst you tried to sleep, and then she left you. Alone. You were sure that if you hadnt been emotionally and mentally drained then you would have sat up all night, pondering the idea of being blind for the rest of your life and the thought that you would never have Minsu again. You were out before your head hit the pillow. The next morning, the pain you hadnt realised you were in had settled into a dull throb with a burning itch, but you were becoming used to the everlasting darkness already. You could feel around your face when the nurses and doctors werent in your room, fingertips lingering longer than they should have on the several scars and gashes that werent bad enough to be stitched or bandaged up. The nurse was right, they werent as bad as they could have been. You figured that you were lucky, until you remembered that your eyes had taken the worst hit. You didnt like being blind. Suwoong gently spooned some soup into your mouth, careful not to spill any of the boiling hot liquid down your front as he had done so previously. You swallowed, moving slightly away from him as you felt the spoon nearing your mouth again. Suwoong… you started, and you heard him shuffle in his seat, placing the bowl and cutlery on the tray that the nurse had served it on. Yeah? he asked, voice sounding slightly scratchy before he cleared it, taking your hand in his. Before your accident, skinship between the two of you had been relatively limited, but now he wasnt shying away from taking your hand into his, kissing your knuckles or your forehead, plumping your pillows or pestering doctors and nurses about your condition when he thought you werent able to hear. Your accident had scared Suwoong more than he was letting on, and you couldnt help but feel even more guilty for causing him so much grief and for being such a burden to him. You just had to say something. Im sorry. The burning in your eyes intensified, and it took you all of thirty seconds before you realised you were tearing up under these bandages and it wasnt just some side effect of your accident. He cleared his throat again, and when he spoke, his voice was broken and full of a raw emotion that you had never heard before. Me too Y/N. I mean it. Im sorry for being in that car. Im sorry for being there at that exact moment. Im sorry for getting in that accident and Im sorry for almost dying, you were sobbing this time, the sounds leaving your lips like the untuned notes of a broken instrument. Im sorry for almost taking away your best friend. His lips were pressed against your hand again, soft, lingering, and even though no words were said, you understood everything. * It took you two weeks and the earth shattering news that your eyesight would never come back until you were let out of the hospital. With Suwoong firmly by your side, your hand pulled into the crook of his elbow, and your right hand wrapped tightly around the white cane you were newly trained to use, you walked into the sunlight and almost basked in the heat you had missed. You hadnt asked many questions about Minsu, just the important ones. You knew that his belligerent attitude had faded somewhat, and he had been let out of hospital a week before you. When you had asked Suwoong if he had asked after you, his silence said enough. You didnt mind that though, but you just thought that the two of you had been through enough together for him to at least care about your condition. Evidently not. When Suwoong unlocked the door, guiding you through the doorframe of you apartment, you inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of your home calming your nerves and making you internally rejoice; shortly, you would be reunited with your bed and you would be able to sleep off the previous two weeks of restless nights with a tear-soaked pillow. You left the cane next to the door, knowing your apartment well enough that you didnt need the inanimate object or Suwoong for you to get to your kitchen without fault and pour yourself a glass of water. Its like youre not even blind. the boy said, coming up behind you and getting his own. I wish. Im going to be completely unsuspecting when my foot goes flying towards a doorframe or a table. I hope Im not around when that happens. It was a comfortable silence for a few moments, the both of you completely content in just each others company with no words. You had missed the ticking of the your clock on your kitchen wall, and the faraway hum of traffic on the main road a short distance from your apartment. You had missed the quiet muffled noise of the bass from the music of your neighbors teenager, and the frequent frantic barking of dogs in your neighbourhood. Never before had home sounded so beautiful to you. You should to go to practise. you mumbled, placing your glass lightly in the washing up bowl. I should. he agreed, though he made no movement to leave. Are you going to? I dont want to. Why? you questioned, surprised. The Suwoong you knew loved being in that practise room, working with Sungjoon, Dabin and Minsu on the latest song. He loved staying in the studio for days on end, without food and sleep, working on the next hit song and writing lyrics with the rest of his unit. He loved spending time with his members, and he wouldnt give it up for the world. You need me more. Perhaps you had forgotten that you were his world. * It was another three weeks until you saw him. He knocked on your door once, twice, three times before you made it to the door, swinging it open. A questionable decision, on your part; you couldnt see who it was and whether they were friend or foe. The stranger brushed past you into your home and you whirled, the expression adorning your face one of utmost outrage. What the- That was when you smelt him. During all of your years with Minsu, the countless hours you spent wrapped up in his arms, you had memorised him. You knew all of the angles of his face and body, you knew the emotion behind all of his expressions, you knew all his deepest thoughts and heaviest secrets, you knew what he was going to say before he said it, you knew his scent and his touch and his presence. There was no way you were mistaken. Minsu? you whispered, wishing for the millionth time that the darkness coating your most important sense would dissipate for even just a moment so you could look up at him for the last time. So you could look up into his eyes, see the burning hatred and know, finally, that the two of you were over forever. Y/N. he said, voice as hard and as cold as ice. You nearly flinched, and you would have, had you not been expecting his unfriendliness. You exhaled slowly, turning away and shutting the door behind you. You brushed past him, almost feeling the anger radiating from him, heading towards the kitchen. You didnt have to tell him for him to follow you. You momentarily thanked your lucky stars that you had thought to put on sunglasses when you woke up this morning, in case Vernon had decided to visit you again; though he hadnt said it, and you couldnt see it yourself, you knew the appearance of your eyes was ghastly enough to make him uncomfortable. You didnt want Wonwoo to feel that around you ever, as standoffish and angry he was. Would you like something to drink? you asked, expecting him to reject you and start screaming disgusting, vindictive words at you. He surprised you. Mm. Just water. You hated this. You hated this unfamiliar, formal feeling that Minsu was giving you. Why the hell were you offering a drink to someone who lived here for three years, as if you were a host to some uncomfortable meeting? Why the hell were you so afraid of what the person you were in love with was going to say? You reached for the handle of the cupboard where the glasses were, missing it the first time and scrambling around for it before you found it, pulling the cupboard open and gently inching your hand into the cupboard so you didnt knock any glasses out of the cupboard. Something told you that Minsu wouldnt be sticking around to help you clean up. Finally, after some struggling which was left unaided, you held the glass of water out in front of you somewhere into the kitchen, waiting for him to take it. When he did, he was careful not to touch you, as if you had some contagious disease and he didnt want to risk catching it. He didnt thank you either, and the both of you stood there in a silence so impenetrable it was as if a physical force was holding your mouth together. Im here on behalf of Beom Joon Yang. You werent expecting that. Maybe it was a sign of how far your relationship had fallen, for his reason to be here to be on his bosss orders. Did he really despise you that much? Did he really think so little of you now, because of an accident that was completely out of your control? Why? you questioned, wondering what you had done that was worth the CEOs attention. Hes concerned about your involvement with one of the members of Boys Republic. Said members work ethic has dropped considerably since an incident over a month back involving yourself. You couldnt believe what you were hearing. Beom Joon Yang would like to let you know that measures will be taken to limit your involvement with this member- Suwoong . Excuse me? Say his damn name if youre going to talk about him like this. There was a brief silence, and you knew that he was staring at you with the intensity only Minsu could convey with a mere gaze. Fine, he said, teeth noticeably gritted. Measures will be taken to limit your involvement with Suwoong because hes noticeably distracted and has taken to abandoning his practises to come and visit you. And what measures will these be? Suwoongs workload will be increased. What?! you screeched. You couldnt fucking believe this. Not only was Woojun already working triple what he should be, without pay, they were planning on making him work more just so he would stop seeing you? You had never been so disgusted in your entire life. And youre okay with this? you demanded of Minsu. A split second hesitation. It was barely anything, but it was enough for you to know that Minsu hated the idea of making his best friend work even harder than he already did. I see. Well you go back to your precious Beom Joon Yang, you spat his name like he was dirt. To come and tell me himself and stop pussyfooting around me with you. And you can tell him exactly what I think of him and his stupid ideas too. Y/N- Get out of my apartment, Minsu. Youve taken everything from me now, I have nothing else for you. * Y/N… Suwoong whispered down the receiver. Have you heard? Yeah. you murmured, eyes burning with tears again at his voice. He sounded panicked, upset, stressed, conflicted. There was nothing you could do about it. How? Minsu paid me a visit. Silence. Im going to fucking kill him. Suwoong no-! He had hung up. The next morning, news of yours and Minsus accident had spread all over the magazines and newspapers and online tabloids. Whilst they didnt know your name, they knew of your existence and your role in the accident. They all blamed you too, according to Dabin after you had coerced it out of him, who was settled comfortably on your sofa one day. He was a welcome distraction from Suwoong sudden constant absence, and he was ever such a sweetheart. When you asked him to tell you the truth, he did begrudgingly. You just wished the truth wasnt so terrible. Actually, I dont know how they found out, Minsus scars have basically all disappeared. They werent that deep, and with a bit of makeup on top you cant see them at all. Beon Joon Yang must have told the press. you muttered angrily, passing Dabin a cup of tea he asked for, seating yourself on the sofa next to him. Beom Yoon Yang? My boss? he asked, blowing gently on the hot liquid before slurping it. Yeah. He sent Minsu to my apartment to get me to stay away from Sungjoon, and he said that measures would be taken to get Suwoong to stop coming here. Wait, what? Yep. This is the plot of a drama, isnt it? Are you being serious? Dabin asked, and you could feel his stare on your face. You sighed. I really, honestly wish this was all just a horrible nightmare and Ill wake up in Minsus arms, with my sight back and everything. Id do anything. Dabin was quiet, thinking about what youve just said. Y/N, youre okay, right? It was such a simple question, one that people ask millions of times a day. All over the world, in thousands of different tongues, people ask how others are, either in passing, or sitting there together. The answer was one of two things; yes, or no. You were either okay, or you werent. As simple as. Were you okay? You didnt even know anymore. The nights were the worst. Suwoong had always left by about six in the evening, and Dabin and Woojun couldnt stay any longer than that now that the two of them were keeping you company. Whilst you were in the hospital you didnt seem to understand how much having no sight was going to affect you. You couldnt do anything. You couldnt read, or write, or paint, or just sit in the window and watch the people walking by in the streets below you. You couldnt leave the apartment on your own and you couldnt do your makeup, you didnt know what clothes you were putting on, you could barely use your phone. You couldnt do anything. Perhaps thats why you felt yourself fading away, piece by piece. You stopped getting dressed. You stopped answering the door to Woojun and Sungjoon , and eventually, they stopped knocking. You stopped answering your phone and you stopped eating. You didnt get out of bed and you didnt shower. You just stopped existing. With you being unable to see, or do much of anything, it was too easy to think too much about things you shouldnt be thinking about. You thought of Suwoong , and how much of a burden you had become on him. Not only did he go out of his way to visit you every single day, or stay over after your accident, but now he had to do so much extra work because the two of you were friends. You were a shitty excuse of a person and Dabin must have been so much more content without having to visit you everyday and have to look at you, rendered completely helpless by your disability. Hell, you wouldnt want to see that. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of Wonwoo too and how much you had done to him. Yes, your car was stationary, and yes, you had no control over where the truck was going to hit, but you had been behind the wheel. You had been the one to drive him to that exact location and you had been the one to insist on driving him to work that morning. It was entirely your fault, and you were reminded of your mistake everyday when you opened your eyes but you were still faced with the impenetrable blackness. Without him right there by your side constantly, you had to adjust to living without him, and it was hard. You missed falling asleep in his arms and you missed your cute coffee dates every week. You missed going to the dorm or practise room to surprise him with a visit and food. You missed looking around at all the pictures of the two of you on the walls and propped on every surface and smiling at all the happy memories. You missed being his. You missed it so much, and it was even harder to recall the awkward, forced way he spoke to you the other day. He didnt miss you at all. He wasnt thinking about you at all. He didnt care about you anymore, and he certainly didnt love you. Whilst you were completely helpless, unable to see at all and completely useless in everything you did, there was still one thing you could control. There was still one thing you could do. * Tears were streaming down his face, chin tucked between his knees as he stared at the picture of the two of you. The corners of the picture were frayed, the signs of age completely obvious. He kept the invaluable picture in his wallet at all times, so he knew a piece of you was with him at all times. It was hard. It was so, so hard. He didnt want to go on much longer without you, and he wanted to run to your house and scoop you into his arms and cry and apologise and- He didnt know what to do. He was angry, hurt, confused. Out of everything, he was confused the most. The words he spoke to you were sharp, like knives slicing through him as well as you, but he couldnt stop them. You had scarred him. You had threatened his life and almost taken that away from him. He would have left everything behind; his family, his best friends, his life, his fans. All of it, gone. But he hadnt been thinking of you. He didnt consider that you were in that car with him and you almost died too. He didnt think that perhaps you were suffering too, with having your sight ripped away from you. He didnt stop in his path to hurt you like you had hurt him in order to think about what he could be doing to you, and what had happened to you too. His scars had faded. For public appearances, he would just put makeup on them, and it was like they werent there. He had received counselling, and the nightmares of the accident had basically gone. He was still walking, and talking, and singing, and rapping, and dancing. Nothing about him or his life had changed. Apart from you. You were gone, and it was the emptiest he had ever been. He was still so deeply in love with you that when he lay down, and thought of you, and your smile, and your hair, and your eyes, and the way you walked and talked, he almost thought that you were right there with him. He could still remember everything about you so vividly as if your very essence had been carved into the walls of his brain. But you werent there. And it was his fault. Hyung? Minsu immediately shoved the picture of you under his pillow and wiped his face, trying his best to remove any evidence of tears from his closest friend. Uh, hey Joon, um, I was just- Crying over Y/N? I know, hyung. Sungjoon said, coming closer to Minsu and sitting at the foot of his bed nervously, beginning to fiddle with his fingers. What do you want? Minsu asked, falling backwards on his bed to lie down and stare at the ceiling. Im just wondering… Silence. Wondering what, Sungjoon ? When are you going to see Y/N, hyung? You miss her. I bet she misses you too. I cant, Joon. Why? He thought back to the way he had spoken to you, the way he had treated you and the cold way he had addressed you. He remembered watching you struggle to make him a glass of water, he remembered just standing there and not going to your aid. He remembered the way your hands had flown to your face to make sure your sunglasses were on, as if you didnt want him seeing what lay under them. He remembered your facial expression when you realised who it was at the door, and your defensive stance when you had told him to refer to Suwoong using his name. He had lied. He wasnt there to relay any kind of message to you from his boss. He just wanted to see you. She doesnt miss me, he replied somberly. She doesnt love me anymore. Expecting the younger boy to give up and leave the room, Minsu was surprised when Sungjoon hit him on the leg. Dont be dumb, hyung! What? You hit your hyung and call him dumb? Stop being stupid then. I knew Y/N just as long as you did. She was one of my closest friends and if I know anything about Y/N, its that she loved you completely and utterly. Even after all this time, and the accident, shed still love you. How do you know? Minsu asked, sounding like a small child. Do you still love her? Minsu nodded immediately, not even having to think about it. Then I know she still loves you too. * You were panicking. This was a bad idea. Why had you done this? You didnt even know. You didnt know anything. Fuzziness was coating all of your senses and you were stumbling around, leaving the bathroom where the pills lay spilt all over the tiles, and making it into your bedroom to where you left your mobile phone phone. You couldnt see. God fucking dammit, you couldnt see. Your tongue was heavy in your mouth, your fingers turning numb from the tips onwards. You grappled with your mobile phone, fingers tapping random numbers, the automated voice saying out the numbers you typed to try and unlock your phone. What was being said? You didnt understand. You dont know how you got into your phone, but you did, and you made your way with sheer memory to try and find your contacts. You would call Suwoong , explain what was happening, and he would either call you and ambulance or come get you. Wait, why werent you calling yourself an ambulance? Too late. Your fingers scrolled down, hovered over the number for your phone to read out the name. Was that a S noise you heard? You heard a U. And the Su noise. That was good enough for you, and you pressed down, calling the phone. He picked up in two rings, and you felt your body getting heavier and sluggish. You were barely conscious as you heard him call your name once, twice, and a third time. Y/N? Why are you calling me? S… Uw… you managed. Y/N? Y/N! he shouted, sounding frantic. You groaned, the guttural noise being broken by a sudden sob erupting from your mouth. Y/N, where are you? H… H-h-h-h- Why couldnt you control your mouth? Why was it shaking like that? Youre at home? Y/N, are you at home? Y-y-ye-y- Okay baby. Stay right there, okay? Dont move, dont move at all, Im on my way. I promise, Im coming to get you, you heard a lot of rustling noises, as Suwoong was moving around swiftly. Joon, come on! We have to go, now! You could hear his hurried breath in your ear as he ran down some stairs as fast as he could. You could hear almost everything. You couldnt see anything. You couldnt feel anything. You couldnt taste anything, you couldnt smell anything. It was almost like your entire body was shutting down, and you were robbed of every sense apart from hearing. You would have thought youd be used to your senses abandoning you, but evidently not. S-s-s-s-s- I know, baby, I know. Im coming, dont worry, Ill be right there, I promise, he cried. Just keep talking to me, please? Dont close your eyes. Im getting in the car right now, alright? Ill be five minutes tops. Hu-H-Hurr-ry… I will, I will. Sunngjoon, jesus fuck, step on it! Hyung, I- Just do it! Suwoong screeched, the most animalistic voice you had ever heard from him. Su-Su-Su- Why the fuck wasnt your mouth working? Why wasnt anything working? Y/N! he screamed desperately, hearing your voice get weaker and weaker as time went by. Y/N! Tears were streaming down his face, clutching the phone so hard to his face that the shape of his phone left marks in his skin. His entire body was shaking with the worst combination of fear and adrenaline, but he was completely helpless, watching the streets of Seoul go whizzing by. He didnt know how he knew what you had done, but he did. As soon as he saw that it was you who was calling him, he knew that something was horribly wrong; you wouldnt have called him otherwise. The entire day he had felt unsettled and now, he knew why - because you were in trouble. Y/N… he whispered, getting nothing in reply but a faint moan. Y/N? Y/N? Are you there? Y/N! Dont close your eyes, please! S-S-s-su-su-suw- Y/N, I love you, he said hurriedly, panicking. I love you so damn much. Im so sorry for not being there with you, but Im coming now, okay? Im coming to get you and everything will be okay. Itll stop hurting, I promise. Wait… Was this Minsu? More tears leaked out of your eyes with the knowledge that this was not your best friend you had called in your panic, but your past lover. The past lover that had ignored you for so long, leaving you completely lonely in the dark that had become your world. The past lover that you have loved and missed so hard that it resulted in your death. Y/N, he murmured, suddenly sounding far away. You panicked, opening your mouth to try and call out to him, but all that came out of your mouth was a low whiny noise. Y/N? Again, his voice sounded fuzzy. It felt rather like you were drowning; he sounded distant and faraway and the more you struggled to hear him, the more your lungs filled up with water. Your vision was dimming, the random shapes and blurs disappearing into nothing. His voice was a gentle hum in the background, the seemingly urgent and panicked tones sounding like a light song washing over you, lulling you to sleep… * Minsu hadnt known what to do. His entire body was simultaneously on fire and completely numb to everything around him. He couldnt even focus on anything other than your face, pale and unconscious, lying there in your previously shared bedroom. You were so still that he thought he had been too late, but Sungjoon was quick to check; you were alive, but barely breathing. Everything that happened after that went on in an almost dream-like state. Everything was a little fuzzy around the edges when he tried to recall that moment, so he guessed that he had gone into shock. All he knew, all he was completely certain of, was that he hadnt let go of your hand once, not even as you were wheeled into the back of the ambulance. He was still holding on as you all sped to the hospital, and all he could do was watch the paramedics struggle to stabilize you. All he could do was stare at your face, hoping, praying, wishing that your eyelids would flutter open like they did whenever you awoke from sleeping in his arms. In years to come, he would reflect on those exact moments more often than he should. They would keep him up at night, with the warmth of the body next to him keeping his emotions at bay before he could burst into tears. Even if he was mostly over what had happened, sometimes, he would be hit by a tidal wave of agony and grief as if he had found you on your bedroom floor after a suicide attempt only a few minutes prior. He hated the way the image of you lying there seemed to be burnt into the back of his eyelids and he hated the way that he couldnt seem to move on from you at all. Jagiya? a voice that did not belong to you murmured sleepily, reaching up to kiss his neck gently. Why arent you sleeping? Im just thinking. Go to sleep. Mm… she moaned, already drifting off again. His head lolled backwards onto his pillow, staring at the blackness that seemed to have taken over his life since you. Is this all that you saw? Is that what life was like for you, after the accident that stole your vision? Is it what it was like for you, after he had walked away and slowly dragged your best friend away too? He had basically stripped you of everything, leaving you completely abandoned, and he couldnt even repay you by getting there in time to save your life. 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