𝚆𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧

32

I walk sadly up the stairs to Seojun's apartment, wiping my nose after sniffling a few times. I reach his door and knock on it with barely any energy. I used it all up from crying and walking here. There was no answer, so I texted him I was outside. I waited a few more seconds when I heard the door being unlocked from the other side. Seojun opens it, smiling, but frowning when he saw my disheveled appearance. He walks up to me, worried and cups my face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks in a worried tone.

I shake my head in his hands and try to catch my breath. I look back up at him.

"Can we just hang out?" I ask, tired.

He nods his head and moves his hands from my face, letting me walk into the apartment. He walks in behind me, closing the door and locking it.

"Both Gowoon and my mom are out, so we can do anything you want." He says walking behind me and giving me a back hug.

He kisses my temple and I sigh lightly. I turn around in his arms, now facing him. I look up into his eyes, feeling safe in his gaze.

"Can we just talk?" I ask.

He nods his head and softly smiles. He puts one of his hands on the back of my head and leans in to kiss my forehead. I smile sadly and he takes my hand, leading me to his bedroom.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asks, letting go of my hand as I walk over to sit onto his bed.

You and Jugyeong. I set my bag down beside me and look at him.

"I just... I felt upset and I just wanted to talk to you." I say, smiling weakly at him.

He walks over to me and brushes some of my hair behind my ears.

"Did you want me to get you something to drink?" He asks.

My throat did feel a little dry from the screaming session. I nod my head.

"I'll have water if that's okay." I say quietly.

He nods his head and leaves his room. I look around, noticing how bare the walls are. All he has is a mirror, desk, wardrobe and bed. Then again, I don't have much to compare that to. I stand up, deciding to take a look around at what is in his room. I make my way over to his dresser and smile to myself. I reach for the handle and open the door. I look inside to see sweaters and hoodies when something falls out. I shuffle back a little and look down. I bend over to pick it, holding the cast in my hand. Isn't this the cast he had at the hospital? I smile, finding it cute that he kept something like this. I was about to put it back when I turn it over and see "Tiger energy boost. Roar!" My face falls flat. I feel my heart stop and my body go cold. All my muscles tense up as I swallow a lump that formed in my throat. I hear footsteps approaching, but my eyes were glued to the cast.

"I could have brought just the bottle, but I figured I would be nice and put it in a glass with some ice." Seojun says as he walks to the room.

He stops at the doorframe, realizing what I'm holding. He freezes too. I slowly turn to him, disbelief and hurt in my eyes. He gulps nervously.

"Yusoi-"

"Why do you have this?" I ask, surprised I managed to say anything.

He sets the glass down on his desk and walks over to me, I back up. He frowns.

"Yusoi, it's not a big deal." He says, trying to grab the cast.

I move it away from him, tears brimming my eyes. He looks at me.

"'Not a big deal'? Really?" I say, scoffing afterwards.

He frowns.

"What? I'm not allowed to have something that has sentimental value to me?"

"And what gave it that value?" I ask, my voice raising. "Because I highly doubt you would want to remember being hit by a car." I say, my voice breaking.

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

"Do you still like her?" I ask, hoping he wouldn't say yes.

I hoped he would take me into his arms, reassuring me that this isn't what it looked like and that he would throw the cast away immediately. I hoped. He looks at me, shocked that I asked that question.

"What?" He asks.

I begin to get frustrated.

"I asked you if you still liked her. You kept this because of the message she wrote on it, didn't you?" I ask, a few tears escaping my eyes. "Did you-" I hesitate to ask this question, "Did you only kiss me so you could get over her?" I ask.

His eyes grow wide as he stares at me in disbelief.

"Yusoi, I wouldn't do that."

"Is that so? Because I saw the pictures you did with her at a photoshoot. I heard about how you gave her your motorcycle keys because you would "only listen to her". You even got upset when I commented how she wouldn't date someone like you!" I yell.

I breath heavily as he just stands there.

"Where did you hear that?" He asks.

I scoff.

"Is it true?" I ask, every inch of my body hoping he would say no.

"Yusoi..." He trails off.

"Do you even like me? Were you just using me to get over her? Like you said you were trying to do. That's the only reason why you kissed me, isn't it? Just because you couldn't have her, so you went with me instead." I said, crying a little bit harder now.

He stands there, taking deep breaths. He doesn't say anything. His eyes shift towards the cast for a few seconds. He looks away, but he doesn't look at me. I feel my heart break as I let out a sad scoff.

"You are such a jerk." I say, my voice cracking as I begin to sob.

I throw the cast at his chest and grab my bag, putting it on.

"I don't ever want to see you again. You hear me Han Seojun?" I say angrily and turning around.

I hear him groan.

"Jugyeong-"

I freeze. I hear him lightly gasp. I turn around slowly and look at him.

"What did you just call me?" I ask.

"Yusoi, I didn't mean to say that."

I scoff in disbelief as I look at him, more and more tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I hate you Han Seojun. I really hate you." I say.

I turn around and run out of his room and all together, out of his apartment. My vision becomes blurry with tears filling my eyes. I let out a few sobs as I continue running, not caring whether or not I bump into people. I soon make my way to walking alongside a road on a bridge. The sun was beginning to set. I collapse onto my knees as I breath harshly. I grip my chest, my heart starting to hurt. I cry. Despite how many tears I've shed, all I continue to do is cry.