"Are you the cure to my depression?"
A girl, usually sad, fragile and always scared about the outcomes of her life.
A boy, who seems very optimistic and positive but is broken from inside.
Somehow, they cross paths and something immediately clicks b...
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It wasn't so soon that I reached my apartment, holding my breath like I was about to get attacked by a terrorist or something.
Though it was me who was acting like one.
Jungkook, being the paranoid he was, stood at the bottom of the stairs to make sure I stepped into the elevator in his sight.
I waved at him when the door was about to close and caught him winking at me.
He...
Did he just wink at me?
I pressed my hands over my mouth, trying to suppress the smile that automatically slipped out.
he's cute, really.
After reaching up to my door, I let out a shaky sigh and gripped the cold metal knob, twisting it in the slightest way possible to avoid any source of sound.
Hopefully, it was open. I took my shoes off and placed them in the rack when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"...Hana."
Holy-
"I'm...so sorry mom, I-It was my fault. I'm sorry for not telling you. I was just so full of rage and I know I shouldn't have acted like that, sorry...sorry..." I kept on muttering, scared to turn around and face her.
"Show me your face."
I gulped hard, a bead of sweat unintentionally slipping down my forehead. I wiped it away, my heart thumping erratically in my chest.
"Mom..."
Before I could do anything, she pulled me against her chest, my head automatically placing itself over her shoulder as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Why Hana? I've told you, don't be so sorry."
"But I am at fault."
"It isn't your fault."
"It is..." I said between broken sobs.
"What wrong did you do, Hana?"
...What did I do wrong?
I actually don't know.
But I feel this guilt, of always being wrong, inconsiderate and selfish.
