His head was on my shoulder as we both were just watching the scenery that stretched in front of our tired eyes. Intermittent sniffling could be heard from his side. I felt bad... No. I felt pathetic, but I was helpless.

As if my entire nervous system was breaking down and as if my chest was tightly wrapped by a colossal force.

His hand moved and wiped off another drop that came out of his swollen eyes after facing endless hindrances.

"I... I am such a bad man," he muttered, and yet sniffled again.

"I didn't trust my love. I don't deserve anything! I don't deserve her! I never did."

I remained silent, he did committed a mistake of not trusting his lover. But what she planned on doing had no meaning. It only made him more deplorable.

"She never did anything and I cursed her, blamed her... Hated her. I was nasty and spiteful. But was I so opprobrious that I didn't even deserve to meet her one last time? They took away my chance to be with her in her last seconds. But I am not angry, I don't have the right to be. Its killing me.

I called Jee... I called my Jee a slut! She loved me and I..."

I gulped and looked away, breathing as light as possible to not disturb his monologue, just providing him a silent support. The sun was daring to flare from the east, the sky blushing at its presence.

There was no further sounds from him.

I swear to God, if he sleeps, I'll be using my Rasengan!

I slightly looked at him, his tear strained face, swollen eyes, red features.

Ahh nevermind.

My phone ringed and I quickly took it out silencing it.

Sunday, 6:05 A.M.

Minho

Minho:

Where in mf hell are

you?

Me:

Oppa...

Minho:

What happened? Are you

okay?

Me:

One of my classmates died.

Idk I am feeling so off.

Mi Hi called, she is here by

me too. And a few more

classmates.

Minho:

Rip 🙏

But... Jee... You gotta be

here.

Me:

I cannot oppa. I cannot

even see clearly. Tears are

fogging my vision.

Minho:

Where are you?

Me:

At the church.

Minho:

Jee, what will I say to

Mom and Dad?

Me:

Idk oppa idk.

Minho:

First of all calm down.

Today's meeting is very

important for you Jee.

Listen, there is a petition

to transfer your shares

to a new broadcasting.

I had it all calculated. If

you won't be there. You

would lose confidence of

the voters.

Me:

Who started the petition?

Minho:

...mom

Me:

Hah! Has anything happened

in our household against her

will? If she wants to transfer

shares then go ahead.

I have more important relations

to take care of rn

Minho:

Jee, you don't understand.

Being there wouldn't pay your

bills.

Me:

I don't pay my bills still.

Minho:

If you lose your stake, your

word will have no value!

They will control your

life!

Me:

They still do.

Minho:

It would be hightened. Since

they would have no fear.

Me:

They had fear? Locking a five

year old up in her room

without any lights for three

days straight just for playing

in the park with stranger kids.

They never had fear. They

never had consideration!

They never loved me.

I was and will always be

a mistake. A dust particle

itching their eyes.

Minho:

Ik you are extra sentimental

rn. But that's not true. Why

would they make you study then?

Me:

For their so called reputation.

Btw to whom are they

transferring the shares I

care shit about

Minho:

There's a new broadcasting

company started by one

of our featured writers.

They won our inclination

cause they claim to have

an interview with Jerry.

Told you?

Me:

That's all lies. Man you guys

are so naïve. Did you do the

required detail check?

Minho:

They have documents.

Me:

That can be forged goddam!

Did you contact the publishing?

Did you go through the

background details? Any word

from Jarvis?

Minho:

There is this mutual

trust between dad and them.

Me:

This is all a big fat lie!

Minho:

How do you know?

Me:

I just know it!

Minho:

He has been working

undercover for years for

our newspaper.

And now even features

many times. He is one

of the strongest assets we

have. We cannot not trust

him

Me:

Don't tell me it's Louis?

Louis Roch

Minho:

How did you know?

When did Suho turn into a complete bluff? T

Is this why this fucker for waiting for the right time to meet us?

Me:

He is not trustworthy

bro. Not at all. I know it.

Minho:

I know him personally,

he is pretty much

credible. More than you.

Me:

If you decide to trust

them more than your

own sister. Then congrats.

You're gonna face terror.

Minho:

Yah Jee? I am already

trying hard to keep your

word.

Just shut your bullshit

or mom dad's gonna know

about your Abigail play.

You get that?

There you lost my trust, Minho.

Me:

Sorry. Oppa please, manage

I cannot be there.

I don't care about the shares.

Minho:

Then fuck yourself!

I thrusted my phone in my pockets once after switching it off. Sweat was circling the inner side of my palms.

His words were a bigger betrayal than Sasuke joining Orochimaru!

I sighed, people are never trustworthy. Never. I always trust them with parts of me. In my defence, I am stupid as fuck your honour.

He moved a little on my shoulder. Well, now one more human with my secrets and congratulations, he knows more than anyone. Come on Jee, he is just a little kitten. Lmao.

His brows furrowed and I think he was uncomfortable in such position. I gently moved his head from my shoulder my lap. Shit.

Now how do I move his legs up?

I looked back and saw two kids playing. I gestured them to come and they complied. I covered his face with his bucket cap.

"Hey kids, help me please..." I whispered.

"I accept cash," the little girl blubbered.

"What?"

"I can take anything that's edible," the boy said.

I don't even wear glasses but I'll take them off cause I have seen enough! What is this?

"Guys are you serious?" I asked and they nodded.

"You know I am a kin to Mrs Kim? She'll beat your ass for this..."

"We were just joking Noona. What do you want from us?"

I smirked, they were just kids after all.

"Do a thing, pull up his legs and place them on the bench. Please, I'll get you a candies."

"Really?" They asked and I smiled. They did the job with alacrity in need of the favour being returned.

They stretched their hand towards me. Do they think I carry food with me? Well they think right. I thrusted my hand in my pockets, pulling out some toffees and handing them.

"Unnie, is he your boyfriend?" The little girl inquired. I mentally smirked. Say Yes and dance on the beats of Waka Waka.

"No child. He is my close friend."

"How lame," the boy said, holding hands with the girl, "Let's go baby."

Wha-hat? Next time I am opening up to someone would be at my autopsy. What's wrong with homo sapiens sapiens?