Something About Us- Oneshot Seokhoon x Rona ✔️

"I understood this too lately"

"There's this new cafe around the corner, do you guys want to go?"

"Yah! I would love to! I heard their bakeries are the freshest and have a unique taste and design! The owner just came back from the US too! Wah, at such a young age she already started her own business! 

"Wah, daebak, why are people so talented?" 

"I also heard occasionally, there is a server there, who is really handsome too." 

The girls giggled. 

"Let's go then." 

Seokhoon has been dragging his lifeless soul off school these two years. 

Every day it just had been the same old. Going to school, leaving school, in their car. 

He had heard the chatters about a new cafe opening near their school. 

It wasn't his business so he did not care, but he had never had the chance to experience things outside his usual routine, and it had him curious. 

It made him curious because all the descriptions reminded him of that one girl that had left. 

Bae Rona. 

After their first breakup, he had been sent abroad by their father, for a whole year, escaping the fact that their mother was lost forever. 

As he returned, Rona's mother was proven innocent of their mother's murder. He was relieved. 

He had once thought maybe there was a chance for this forbidden love to be unified again. For the past year, he wanted to tell her, 

He had missed her. 

And he was sorry. 

But the reality was cruel. 

As soon as he returned, Rona left Korea for the US within a month. 

There was no goodbye. 

He saw her happily leave with her mother, a smile across her face. 

She was happy. 

But he wasn't. 

He knew he had broken the promise of coming back to her again. 

He could only let down tears of despair and hopelessness. 

Thoughts came back to him in the suffocating car. 

"Rona, when will you return? Or will you ever?" Seokhoon thought to himself. 

He sat by the car, looking out at the busy streets, silently on his noise-cancelling headphones. He ignored all the talking Seokkyung was trying to complain and converse about. 

He laid his head on the window, feeling the bumpiness of the car and the flow of the trees. 

His life... was just like that for the past years. 

He wouldn't say much, he wouldn't express much. He had no feelings. 

Until.