Unexpected Love | Exo Lay

Chapter 29

Double update enjoy.

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"Coming out next exo who will be performing their hit song Growl" The Mc said as I was on my sofa with my messy hair in a bun, munching on some popcorn. 

"Hana dol seit... We are one... We are exo" They all aid in unison. 

Wow their visual. They never change. Their personalities never change. As they were to  introducing themselves one by one. when Lay's  part came up. I could feel I was devastated and I felt teary eyed. He grew up healthy. I'm glad. 

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhang Yixing but you can called me Lay, nice to meet everyone" He smiled as he wave to the crowd. 

As for me Tears started to fell down. As I heard the sound of his voice makes tears drop bit by bit. I need to change the channel I thought to myself. I'm just pathetic. He never remembered me. But a part of me wants to tell him everything about me about us. How we met. Lay why you have to make us, to be together be so hard. You always said we will be together forever. I said as I lay down on the sofa and lay my face on the cushion crying my eyes out. 

When my emotions hand me the "sadness card" that is when tears come.It is my tears that keep my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry me forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank my tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves me from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing I can do.

"Ring!!" My phone rang. I brushed my tears away and picked it up.

"Hello," I sniff, still crying.

"Are you crying again, Jinah?" She inquired, and I simply said, "No."

"You're crying," she repeated once more.

"Yes, I am so what you want," I answered, explaining why I am irritated.

"Jinah, I need your help," she murmured, pouting on the other end of the phone line.

"What just happened?" I expressed my unwillingness to assist.

For God's sake, the girl had just finished crying, I thought.

"Well, I heard you'll be returning to Korea for good next week," I stopped before she finished her statement, "Where did you hear that?"

"Well, I overheard my mother say something about that the other day."

"Anyway, please come with me to a fan meeting for my favourite band," she asked.

Not because I don't want to, but because I dislike crowded places.

"Just help me in, and you can wait outside," she explained.

"Fine, be quick," I said.

"Yesss Thank you very much! Thank you very much! Jinah, you will always be my best friend "She exclaimed with glee.

I can't believe we've known each other for so long. My melancholy had eased because she was smiling. Although the recollections of the past continue to bother me. I must keep on going on my path.

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Next week. 

Why did I get seated with a stranger as my parents sat across from me? The stranger next to me was revolting. I just got off the plane and saw my parents again. There were many people on the other side who were waiting for their love. I went alongside my parents, pulling my suitcase and texting Kiara on my phone.

"Miss, you dropped this," a man said. I shifted my weight to face him. He was wearing a black mask and a black hoodie. His face is almost entirely hidden.

I took a breather to glance at him.

"Oh, thank you," I murmured as I reclaimed my phone.

"No problem," he answered as he prepared to depart. I stood there trying to figure out why I recognised that voice. That sound. It's not him. As my parents yelled from across the room because I was late, I said and walked away.

Lay POV

"Miss, you dropped this," I said as I pick up the purple phone. She shifted her weight to face me.  I cast a glance at her. She was lovely. Beautiful and flawless. Simply a plain overall with a sling back. When I glanced at her again, it made me feel something. I had just met her. Why do I have the impression we've met before?

"Oh, thank you," she murmured as she reclaimed her phone.

Because I was late, the other members are yelling through text. I heard a slight hitting bang as I walked a few strapped. When I turned around, I noticed a book, or should I say a diary, on the floor. I should return the diary to its rightful owner. I lifted it to discover the name "Oh Jinah." That reminds me of how, before the phone, the girl dropped a sticker spelling out her name.

"Oh Jinah," what a cute name.

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