Flavours and Love Moonsun

Weak

Byul's pov

I was in my room, laying on the bed doing nothing. For almost a week. The shooting was cancelled and they rescheduled it on the next Monday. So I have enough time to pity myself. After the dinner I came home and went to my room. It was one week ago. I only went out to the bathroom. I couldn't eat, couldn't speak with my parents or the girls. I felt like I was on mute program. I can't tell what is my problem, how I wish I could tell. But I'm not sure. I don't feel like socializing or eating, drinking, I don't even feel like living.

I don't want to do anything, just lay on my bed and look out of my head. Mom asked what's the problem, but I got irritated and I was rude with her. I know I shouldn't be disrespectful with her, and I'm so fucking sorry, but I can't function like a human being right now. It feels like a burn out or something.

The girls tried to reach out for me too, but I didn't answer my phone and when they came to see what's up, mom asked them to leave. None of them knows whats going on. Neither am I.

I don't have the strength to think about it.

What happened? Why is it so sudden? The day before, I was fine, nothing really happened. I don't care about Irene, I knew her now, her personality, so I don't care about her anymore.

And it's not about Yongsun. I'm not the one who got raped. She's a bitch, I told her, then left. None of these things should affect my life. Maybe I'm missing something. A little detail that upsetted my peaceful mind. But what is that?

My phone rang again. Countless times, and I still don't want to answer it. But I can't do this forever. I need to do something.

I lazily sat up on my bed and looked for my phone. Hyejin was the one who calls this time. She and Wheein wrote hundreds of messages and left more than you could imagine voicemails. I can't ignore them now, so I should pick up this damn phone before she ends the call.

"Hello." I sounded lifeless and weak.

"For fuck sake, what is going on? We worried sick. What happened?" She asked immediately.

"Can you guys come over?" I asked with the same weak voice.

"We're in your door." She replied.

"How?" I asked surprised.

"It's been a week Byul. If we have to break into your home and force you to speak then we'll do it. Luckily you picked up before we started the procedure." She said.

"You're crazy." I stated.

They are unbelievable, but I love them so much for this.

"I'm coming." I said and hung up.

I wore my plaid pajamas since my isolation day 1, and I still don't want to change so I headed down to the main door to let them in. When I opened the door these two looked like they saw a ghost or something.

"Jesus christ." Hyejin stated mouth open.

"Is she alive? Or am I hallucinating?" Wheein wondered.

"Is it that bad?" I asked forcing a half smile on my face.

Their jaws were on the floor, but Hyejin managed to get hers and they came into our house.

"That's not okay. You will tell what's going on, but before, you'll eat and take a shower." She ordered.

"I don't want to." I said weakly.

"THAT WAS NOT REQUEST. Come on, we're going to bath you." She said and grabbed my hand.

"Shit, your wrist is half as big as it should be." She said mouth open.

"I didn't do anything for one week..." I said now a little bit nervous.