JUST LIE TO ME

17. The Blissful Hours

Mark Hills Apartments | 19th December 2019 | Cheongdam-dong, Seoul | 9:00 PM

Chanyeol was able to go home that day he called - but not the same Chanyeol who left two days before.

I have no idea what happened between him and Yoon Taehee, he never said a word about it - not to me, to Chanho, or to anyone. I wanted to ask him but Chanyeol was obviously avoiding me making our situation more complicated at least on my end - we were living together but it was as if I am alone.

I have already lost count of how many times I tried to speak to him, and even the times that he shuns me coldly as if I didn't exist. I know that something happened but how would I even cope up with something that I am not even aware of, I have no idea why is he treating me this way - it fucking hurts but this was supposed to happen from the very beginning anyway.

After checking my reflection on the mirror inside my closet, I was satisfied with wearing just a plain black sweater paired with denim jeans and white sneakers then layered it with a dark gray overcoat for the cold wind outside - today is my first day back to work.

I stepped outside the bedroom and saw Park Chanyeol coming out from his, I immediately march towards the door to avoid him - I doubt he will dare come close to me as he was doing such a great job keeping his distance for almost a week now.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, I can't help but felt that stabbing pain on my chest as this was far from the set-up that I was hoping it to be. Just when I thought that everything would get better after that night in Hawaii, turns out I should've braced myself for a far more worst situation, not the other way around now I am left with no choice but to brush off this discomfort and continue.

I was nearly approaching my car was parked so I quickly scour my purse for the keys, I wasn't able to do it at the elevator as my head was pretty much occupied with pointless arguments with myself as to why am I enduring all this shit - for what? Thay uncertain confession and plead from Chanyeol to wait for him when he clearly meant LET GO.

"Seojin." that familiar baritone voice made me stop from what I was doing. I didn't turn around yet as I am contemplating if there's a need for us to talk

"I - I'll be home at around five is it okay if I'll go and pick you up and -"

"No." I answered firmly. "I don't need you to pick me up, just continue ignoring me Chanyeol - that works better."

"Seojin, I know I have been distant this past few days but -"

"Distant, Chanyeol?" I pivot on my heel as soon as I was able to hold my tears back then look through his eyes. I want to show him what kind of hell and despair he had put me into for the last few days. 

"You are not being distant at all, it's more like being back to your old self - your indifferent, selfish, difficult, and temperamental self Park Chanyeol so do me a favor. Stay that way and stop confusing the shit out of me, you are really depressing to be with." I stated with the same cold tone and saw him clutch his fist tightly, he was trying to control his agitation but I can only care-less.

I breathe out of annoyance and continue to march towards my car while convincing myself not to look back. I bit my lower lip desperate to refrain from crying, I have been bawling my eyes out since that day and I am absolutely tired to even cry more because of Chanyeol.

As I drove away from him,  I can't help but stare at his reflection on the side mirror. Chanyeol lifts both his arms at the back of his head while anxiously walking back and forth, why do I feel frustrated about saying all those mean words to him when he brought it all to himself?