"You are melting the coldness of his heart, Gim Mi!"
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Time had passed since Miyoung didn't set a food in South Korea. It had been almost a year or so, after the terrible tragedy that touched her dear friend. She tried to forget everything, not ab...
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Miyoung closed the door of her room. She heavily sighed as she slid down to sat on the floor. The Gim girl looked emotionlessly at her room. She just started. Miyoung felt drained off her energy. She felt tired. The day had started so well. She happy shotting for IOPE then sped to the festival to see Suho. Then it went down. He told her harsh words, and horrible memories and guilt-tripped inside her as she heard Seyeon's song.
Again, Miyoung heavily sighed. She needed to think about something else, anything else. She needed yo forget even just for a second. She needed to empty her mind. First Miyoung changed for more comfortable clothes, then stood up and started to clean her room. She picked up the boxes sponsors sent to her. Miyoung had a special place in her room where she tided all her cosmetics. She ordered the makeup IOPE gave her; She put some in paper bags to give them to her friend. She placed perfume bottles on her hairdresser, then put away a Dior bag the mark gave her in her wardrobe (she got a contract with the luxury fashion mark the year before). The Gim girl then took her blazer that lingered on her desk chair to put it with dirty clothes.
But her eyes caught sight of a dark blue hoodie jacket.
Miyoung stared at it. She slowly reached for it, gently taking it in her hand. The fabric was soft against her bare skin. She ran her thumb on the embroidered letters. An "S" and an "H" with an "L" that crossed them. Miyoung kept crossing over him in every way possible. Her hold got tighter on the cloth. She needed to forget him, to forget her feelings for him. He was cleared. She was just bothering him. But then... He left in such a vulnerable and fragile state. Miyoung couldn't help but be worried for him. No matter how hard she wanted to move on, to turn the page, she couldn't.
So Miyoung put on the hoodie jacket and left the apartment.
She ran as fast as she could. She ran and ran and ran toward that building. That same building when it happened. Miyoung knew he would be there. After Seyeon died, he kept coming there. Guilt was tripping inside him too. Once in the building, she took the elevator and ran up the stairs to the rooftop.
She stopped.
Miyoung reached for a doorknob with a trembling hand. She pushed open the door. Her breath was shaky. She went here once only. That day, she cried and cried over her dead friend. She couldn't bear to come on that rooftop after. She would keep seeing Seyeon on the edge and then disappearing forever. It was too hard for her.
But would get over it for him. Miyoung knew he was there, somewhere. She took small steps, walking slowly, her eyes glued on the view. The sky was dark. The city was shinning, glittering with millions of tiny dots and lines of light. Seoul was busy, living. Then she heard it. The sobs. She turned around and slowly walked to where the wails were coming.
He was there.
Sat against the wall, curled into a ball, Suho was crying. Miyoung had never seen him cry before. Suho was always either cheerful then expressionlessly cold. But no tear would cross the frontier of his eyes. Not until now. Hearing Seyeon's song had more effect than she thought. He was hurt. More than she could ever imagine.
