i am too fragile

The pad of her thumb swiped against the others cheek, wiping away the hot tears which had sprung into Soojung's eyes after the request slipped from her lips. There was a stab of pain in her chest, so sharp that she questioned whether she was actually being impaled by some sort of torture device. To see such an expression of pure fright on the usual frisky female was something more than agonizing to the elder.

Sliding her arm around her shoulder, tugging her gently into a hug, she stroked the other's long locks with her free hand. Seeing her in this state made Hyorin feel like she was handling something delicate, something fragile and it wrecked her brain; she despised seeing those so obviously stronger than herself break down and depend on her. It was a rare occurrence, but it was terrifying. And angering.

There was no reason for such an amazing human, for one of those seldom examples of selfless people to suffer because of other's insecurities or hatred or sheer blindness. For a person like Hyorin, a mellow character with little care, it boiled her blood. So much so that she felt herself almost slip into a fit of rage -- she stopped herself though, biting on her tongue hard enough to draw blood.

But what could she do? She couldn't just whisk Soojung off along with her; she didn't know much about idol's and their lives she knew it wouldn't be easy for Soojung just to pack up and leave everything behind -- even if it was only for a couple of months. Yet, she struggled with the concept of going off to her Jeju hideout and leaving her behind in Seoul so that those vultures -- the paparazzi, the netizens -- could devour her. She couldn't even bring herself to even consider that. It just wasn't option.

“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”

“Destroying things is much easier than making them.”

"There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?"

“Stupid people are dangerous.”

"So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?"

“You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”

“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?”

“Here's some advice. Stay alive.”

“Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.”

“They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past!”

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.”

“You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.”

“My nightmares are usually about losing you."

"While you live, the revolution lives.”

“At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.”

“I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.”

“You love me. Real or not real?"

“You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real."

“I must have loved you a lot.”

“There are much worse games to play.”

“I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.”

“They'll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”

"Because I am in pain. That's the only way I get your attention.”

"I'm going to kill you."

"You can't leave me here. Promise me."

"Run all you want. You can't escape."

"I'm trying to HELP you."

"I don't have any reason to trust you."

"I thought you loved me."

Pinching the bridge of her nose, wincing with pain with even the slightest movement, Min Hyorin attempted to mop up the mess she had unfortunately created. The crimson liquid which continued to ooze out, staining her white nightshirt. No matter how much she tilted her head backwards her nose just refused to stop. Growing increasingly frustrated at the whole situation, she became tempted to just shove two wads of tissues up her nose -- a seemingly good idea, ut experience proves otherwise.

Instead Hyorin (with a strained smile and face facing the ceiling) approached Gilme, blindly reaching out for her with her free hand. It was true, the other was shaking -- worryingly so -- because of the pain she had inflicted on herself. Of course it was an accident; Gilme knew about her sleepwalking since day one nevertheless the fact that the taller of the two would always suffer because of it made the pit of Hyorin;s stomach churn with an extensive amount of guilt. 

"Nothing, the wall just didn't agree with my nose apparently."  Using a softer (and more nasally) tone than usual, Hyorin attempted to laugh at her own little joke -- she didn't understand why she even bothered, her devices never worked on Gilme, no matter what -- yet she ended grimacing in pain. Walls and noses really don't mix, and a sleepwalking Hyorin is far clumsier than a concious Hyorin (truth be told, both versions did walk into objects far too often).

Gently, she rubbed Gilme's arm in a reassuring manner, hoping that perhaps she could soothe her soul mate and return to sleep.It was unfortunate, but to no avail her endeavours were wasted. Gingerly removing her fingers as she tilted her head forwards in a slow pace, Hyorin shot a laden glance at the other's own expression -- it was one of utter concern. And in that second Hyorin's heart swelled up with so much guilt, it felt as though it would explode like a supernova.