Excuse me?
My mouth dropped open in shock, watching as the male spoke with that annoying ass smirk on his pretty lips, my wallet still in his hand and looking like it would slip from his grip at any minute, to fall into the unreachable stretch of the subway tracks.
Maybe I should just throw myself down there, end my misery-
Yeonjun : : "Tell me something I don't fucking know, pretty boy. I'm well aware that I look like a rat that crawled out of the garbage disposal.Just give me my damn wallet back, for god's sake-"
??? : : "Woah there, feisty."
Holding his hands up as if in a mocking surrender, that smirk on his face only adding salt to the open wound, he took an innocent glance at my wallet before looking back at me.
Mind you, I was still on the floor, and still crying. Crystal tears wordlessly poured down my cheeks, but fought a war with the deadly look in my eyes as I glared at the man.
If looks could kill, he'd be ten feet under.
Maybe someone will have to call the police on me-?
??? : : "Listen, I'm only trying to help. You look like-"
Yeonjun : : "Like one of the guests on Doctor Phil? Like I just lost my pet dog? Like I got coal for Christmas for the fifth year in a row? Gee, thanks. It means a lot, really."
It must have been a funny sight-one extremely tall and extremely handsome blue-haired man staring down at the other, who was crying on the ground and looking like the subway threw up on him but speaking in a voice oddly sharp for someone who's been through one hell of a day.
I couldn't even keep the sarcasm from slipping out. It was practically dripping from my tone, so thick that it rivaled the amount of tears pouring down my face.
But yet, this male looked indifferent to it all. Not once did he wince, nor show any hint of anger at my blatant disrespect.
Except now, the smirk had left his face. It was instead replaced with a small frown, one that held an emotion I couldn't place.
??? : : "No, I was just going to say you look like you've had the worst day of your life."
I scoffed, my eyes falling down to my dirtied knees. Not even bothering to let any sarcasm into my voice, or even any anger, my words came out empty and hollow.
Basically how I felt right now, even with waves of tears still pouring down my face.
Yeonjun : : "That'd be an accurate statement."
It seemed like that got pretty boy to shut up.
Fiddling with my fingers in my lap, all thoughts of the man in front of me vanishing from my mind, I took notice of the golden ring adorning my middle finger. It was a band of solid rose gold, lined with tiny crystal gems that sparkled in the light and made me feel like throwing myself into the path of a moving subway.
His lies, all his stupid lies. He told me he loved me, promised me we were forever, said that he'd marry me someday-he lied to me. He stole my heart and broke it, his actions today showing me that he never cared.
After all, how could you say you love someone when you turn around and have sex with one of your boyfriend's best friends, right there in front of him?
I caught him with his hand shoved down my best friend's pants, for god's sake. You can't accidentally palm someone, I'm no idiot. And damn it, my boyfriend fucking my best friend?
Well, ex-boyfriend fucking my ex-best friend.
But same difference.
