DON'T BLAME ME (SAIDA ONESHOT)

Love Made Me Crazy

TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️

It was 12 months ago when I first met you. I was at this obscure restaurant near my workplace and you were there, sitting comfortably in front of the piano. I was having a really bad day at that time, but to my surprise, you somehow lifted my mood up unintentionally.

I smiled absentmindedly as I watched you move your fingers so skillfully on the piano. Your eyes were closed as if you were actually feeling the mellifluous sound of your instrument, humming as you sway with the rhythm. You were so beautiful in that moment that I fell in love.

But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. After you finished playing, you just stood up and walked away without leaving a word.

I followed you.

I didn't know what came over me, but weird enough, I did. I followed you.

Desperate to have your attention, I pretended to be foreigner and asked you for some directions, which, you gladly gave.

It was the first time that I heard your actual voice. It was deep, but it wasn't masculine and not that feminine either. It was somewhat... peculiar. I couldn't describe it but I wouldn't mind hearing it more often. It did some things to my body that I wouldn't want to admit.

Deciding to be bold, I asked for your number that day.

Using my ‘gratefulness’ to you for giving me directions as an excuse. You were skeptical at first, saying that you never really trust your number with a stranger.

I was glad about that information. That meant that no one else could ever have it unless you actually knew them.

But thank goodness, I knew I was charming and I always get whatever I wanted. So I persuaded you.

Well, more like guilt tripped.

I said that I don't think that I would be able to sleep without paying you back for your generous action.

So you gave in. You gave me your number along with your name.

Kim Dahyun.

It was beautiful and it suits you.

I loved how it echoes inside my mind.

When I got home that day, I immediately ran to my computer and searched for your name, looking for all the information that I can gather about you.

It turned out that you were just two years younger than me. Your birthday was on 28th.

I missed it.

It was already May 30th that time.

After then, I promised to myself that I would never miss it ever again.

It was 10 months ago when we actually started dating then became girlfriends eventually, and much to my surprise, you were the one who asked me out and I wanted to do a victory dance right then and there.

Everything was so perfect. You were perfect. Things went my way and how exactly I imagined it, and I was happy. We were happy. I was certain that I couldn't ask for more.

But that was until she came.

Gahyeon. Was it her name?

It doesn't matter. She wasn't that relevant anyway.

She was stealing you away from me. You knew that, right?

She kept flirting with you while you were at work.

Curious as to how I know about it?

I followed you. Again. Watching your every move just to see if you were reciprocating with whatever it was that Gahyeon was doing to you. But you didn't. In fact, you were quite clueless and oblivious about the situation. Which got me really irritated. She would often touch you, brush her filthy hands up and down on your shoulders, playfully slap your arm whenever you say something to make her laugh, and more.