Two-faced

- their happily ever after -

[ 4:30 pm: daeun pov ]

The first couple groups have gone already, and it all went smoothly, now it's time for my group to perform.

"Good luck babe," Sunwoo gives me a quick kiss as we're waiting backstage.

"Thanks," I adjust my dark red old timey dress in the mirror.

"Daeun, we're on," Jacob comes over and I'm dragged onstage. Sunwoo and I wave to each other as the lights go dim.

The performance goes well, everyone remembered their lines, I almost tripped on my dress once, but Jacob manages to stabilize me. Meanwhile Sunwoo is watching from backstage like a hawk, and I can tell he's genuinely invested in the story.

The final scene arrives when Juliet finds Romeo actually dead, as I do my best to act heartbroken at Jacob laying with is eyes closed on the vintage therapist couch.

Just as Jacob falls "dead" I catch sight of Sunwoo talking to one of his group mates behind the curtains.

It wouldn't have bothered me until she takes his hand, and they share a mutual nod of understanding each other and I can't help but wonder what's going on.

I'm worried for him, until the girl with black and white hair pulls him down and puts her lips on his. And he doesn't pull away immediately.

He didn't pull away.

The worry turns into anger, a split second of anger, then it's heartbreak. I fall to the floor as if the wind was knocked out of me, my heart feels literally shattered. I feel like someone stabbed me, and I sit there in the middle of the stage, spotlight on me, shaking and tears falling silently down my face.

I shake my head, over and over wishing we could rewind the past five seconds. Praying it wasn't true.

The audience claps as the curtains close, and it feels like time stopped. People are rushing all around me on stage, taking down props and replacing them, but I can't move from my spot on the ground. Jacob sits up and calls my name but I can't hear him.

All I see is Sunwoo turned around as we stare at each other. And he knows what he's just done.

He knows.

I can't bare to look at his face another second, as I stand up, gathering the skirt of my dress and running offstage the other way.

I hear someone shout, "Sunwoo stop!"

"I have to go" He yells back.

"You can't. You made a commitment to this you can't leave now,"

"But, I-"

I reach the emergency exit door because this is an emergency. I turn back one last time to see him being held back by the director of his group. He has to go next.

I let him see my tears, I want him to see the pain I'm feeling right now. I push open the door and light blinds me for a second.

I run across campus to the dormitories, I can't breathe any better out here and all I feel is hurt. And my heart stings.

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"Chanhee open up I know you're here because I know you weren't at the performances." I pound my fist against his shared dorm with Sunwoo angrily. For once it's not tears it's pure anger.

I hear a dramatic sigh and Chanhee opens the door. "Woah. Greetings madame how can I help you?" He judges my 1800s outfit.

I push past him and Chanhee watches me storm to Sunwoo's desk and open his drawer.