Jaehyun felt the pressure in the entertainment industry and decided to break up with you to focus on his career. A year later, he is now famous more than ever and he felt like he's on top of the world but in reality, he hopes that one day you will b...
"Okay! Let's do it one more time and then we can all go home." The choreographer said as he circled his right index finger in the air, he took a few steps back to watch us go to the first point of the choreography. Everyone was tired at this point and we all wanted to go home. I was sweating so much that it started dripping on the floor.
We are rehearsing for our concert tomorrow, it's the last concert for this tour so I feel kinda sad and glad at the same time. It's not easy being on the road for months, we have been so busy that 24 hours doesn't seem enough in a day. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that sometimes we need a break... I need a break.
A woman in her early twenties approached me and handed me an ice cold drink.
"Thanks." I said. I took a big sip and walked towards the seat where my bag and towel are. I sat down with a drink in my right hand and scanned the room. Some of our staffs were having a meeting in one corner while some members are goofing around. I grabbed my towel and pat it on my face. I'm not supposed to rub my face, I learned that from my ex girlfriend.
I pulled my phone from my bag, I unlocked it and checked for any messages but there were none although I have several notifications from my Instagram account. I opened my Instagram and selected the tiny magnifying glass, I typed a few letters and clicked the first thing that showed up.
"Ya, you're looking at her photos again." I locked my phone quickly and looked up to see Haechan standing near me.
"No, I'm not." I told him which was a lie. Haechan shook his head in disappointment. He knew me too well but still, I stood my ground and kept denying it.
Haechan sat beside me, he placed his drink on the table in front of us. He stretched out his legs and laid his back on his seat.
"I'm so tired." He whined.
Damn, I miss her.
"Doyoung hyung and I are going for a bite to eat, wanna come?" Haechan grabbed his bag and pulled out a white adidas shirt.
"What about them?" I pointed my head at the direction of the other members.
"They said they'll just eat at the hotel." After changing his shirt, he stood up and gathered his things.
I was regretting a bit why I agreed to go with Doyoung and Haechan, I even fell asleep on the backseat.
We were seated at a private area, it was quite nice. Even though being an idol is tiring sometimes, I can't really deny that it comes with perks like this.
The night was filled with laughter as we told stories about our days since we were trainees. I held my phone just to check if I had any messages and put it back on the table. Before I could say anything, Haechan started talking.
"Hyung, I heard y/n is dating someone." He looked at me like I was an injured puppy.
"I saw them together." Doyoung said.
"When?" I asked. I sat up straight to compose myself. I looked at Doyoung and I could see that he's regretting it now but I still waited for an answer.
"Um... It was before we left for the US, I think." He explained.
I laid back on my seat and sighed in disbelief.
Is she really in a relationship?
I spaced for a little bit. So many thoughts came to mind like a tornado, I wanted to call her. We haven't seen each other for over a year. I should be happy for her but why do I feel this way?
"Are you okay?" Haechan asked.
"Of course, he's okay. It's been a year. He's fine... Right?" Doyoung turned to me.
Both of them were waiting for my answer but I couldn't help but admit that I miss her.
I miss y/n.
I miss the sound of her laugh.
I miss the touch of her hands.
I miss hearing her voice.
She was perfect.
And at one point, she was mine.
But why?
Why do I miss her?
Why can't I just un-love her?
The last day of the concert came, everyone was busy preparing. We were already in the venue and I was done with my hair and makeup. I sat up and left the room and entered an empty hallway. It should be busy with people running around but for some reason, it was quiet. All I could hear were echoes. I walked to the vending machine and bought myself a cola. I couldn't help myself but think about the conversation we had last night. I still couldn't believe that she's moved on. I stared at my phone just waiting for something, for a miracle to happen, for her to call or at least text me.
I performed that night with a heavy heart. I poured my sorrow through my singing and dancing hoping she could hear me.
People applauded me.
They screamed for my name and cheered for me.
I felt the love from my amazing fans but right now, what I want is y/n.
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