After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Kyumin and Mia
Steps in the hall got Kyumin awake, pushing his thoughts away.
He hid in the shadows letting the figure go for the doors, "What the fuck is Kim doing here?"
Teho entered the dance studio. I need to end this, it doesn't make sense, it never did.
Mia came close to look at him. I don't get why we paired up, he wasn't really interested in me.
Humiliation was the primary feeling left in her heart. Never again will I let anybody toy with me like this.
Teho opened his mouth to start a conversation.
"Please don't say anything for god sake." She forced her tears back.
I'm not going to cry for him. She managed to look coldly distant, but it was hurtful anyway.
"Friends?" the indecisive photographer led out casually, his voice hopeful.
"Sure," she ended the conversation with a sarcastic undertone.
I had never been almost dumped. Mia thought.
The abandoned boy expected a conversation, but now standing here it didn't have to be sad out loud for the message to be crystal clear anymore.
Teho felt the awkward heaviness. "I'm sorry," he tried, not knowing how to feel.
With other girls, this was easier, but the fact he considered Mia his friend made it harder. He liked her presence and her humor, but there was something missing despite everything.
"Sure you are." She turned her back on him and left to practice.
I don't wanna torture myself more. She hoped it would help her.
Teho left feeling uneasy, but glad the death was quick and clean.
"See ya at dinner," the black-haired boy tried, hinting at the casual nature he wanted to preserve.
"Probably," she muttered back.
This will blow off, we can be friends, can't we?
...
Kyumin stared with an open mouth, he saw the body language, the thorniness, but didn't hear them clearly.
That motherfucker Kim. Did he just let her go?
Was he the boyfriend she'd mentioned before?
He didn't even deserve to be in her presence.
Kyumin's knuckles were already white from anger building up in him.
I swear... I'm gonna do something about it...
After the stunned sculptor returned to the basement and grabbed another beer automatically, his mind cleared for a moment and he put the can back.
