From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"WHAT DO I CALL YOU?"
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MAY 22, 2021 — 4:50 AM
I rub my eyes as I go to get coffee dead-in-the-morning. Yena was snoring for god knows how long, especially after she lectured me over Yeonjun. I didn't know how to feel, especially when her lectures turned into swooning. She's awfully good at that.
I left my hair down, placing the cigarette between my lips as I walk alone through the streets. The streetlights blink down at me, wondering what I'm doing when I should be asleep. Anyway, I play with the lighter in my pocket, exhaling the smoke from my chest.
I... feel bad.
I really do.
Yeonjun didn't wait, but I feel like I made him restless—thinking about feelings he hates so bad. Yeonjun is trying to move on, but now, I feel like the more I overthink things, the more I give him dead hope. I don't want to do that to him. He deserves better, especially coming from someone who's harmed him once. I don't... want to harm him twice.
To be honest, reciting all the important events and all the problems through the four years of my relationship, I feel like I spiraled through the whole thing. The choice, the reasons, and the problems were there, but I completely dodged them and thought of the people around me. Even for the breakup, I didn't propose my own advice. I took Yena's, Yeonjun's, Soobin's, Taehyun's, and even Kai's—
but I couldn't make any for myself.
Should I try and take my own advice for once?
"Ugh, fuck feelings," I mumbled under my breath, rubbing my head in frustration as I remember everything yesterday. Gosh, I really do feel bad. My phone rings, causing me to perk up. Taking it out of my pocket, I answer. "Yena, go back to sleep."
"You're in the dorm, you bitch!" She slurs slightly, probably just waking up to see me gone. "Where the fuck did you go?!"
"A place."
"That's not specific enough, Yang Yihwa! Don't play smart with me," She whines, crinkles, and loud noises are heard on her end of the line. "...Are you getting coffee?"
