"Please... Help me."
The words felt like they were dragged out of my throat with glass. I didn't recognize my own voice. It was high, thin, and completely broken.
The room went dead silent for a split second, and then it happened. All four of them flinched at the same time, like I'd physically struck them. I could feel it—the air was getting heavy, thick with the scent I was pouring out. It was too much. I was drowning in it, and so were they.
Seo-Jun let out a short, jagged scoff that sounded more like a growl.
"And you expect us to just miraculously ignore this?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He stormed over to the bed and grabbed my jaw. His grip wasn't bruising, but it was firm, forcing my head up so the others had no choice but to see me. He wanted them to see the mess I was.
My hair was stuck to my forehead, my face was flushed a dark, feverish red, and I couldn't stop the tears from leaking out from under my eyelids.
