Trust Issues | Hwang Hyunjin

Four

I will never forget the day I first met Hwang Hyunjin. I try to, but I can't.

Evidently, it's quite hard to forget one of the worst days of your life 

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"Come on!" Jiyeon whined. "You take so long!"

"Chill, I'm just trying to sort my bag," I tutted, stuffing the stuff into my bag.

"Honestly!" She grabbed my hand.

I snatched it away. "Slow down!" I laughed. 

We continued to walk for a while, around the lake, taking in the nature.

"Let's go sit in that tree," she said indicating to a big tree some distance away.

"I uhm," it looked high, and I wasn't a great climber.

"Come on!" just as I was about to say I didn't want to, she dragged me to the tree. 

I sighed. I didn't have much of a choice. 

Jiyeon put her foot on the tree and began to climb up. Within seconds, she was at the top, and yelled at me to hurry up. I sighed, and placed a my foot on the tree, the exact place she had.

Where from here? 

I sighed and made my way up, slowly, slowly.

"You take forever!"  she whined again.

"I'm trying Jiyeon!" I murmured, feeling a pang of guilt.

I made my way quicker, but unfortunately, I made my way around as well as up. I was more or less on the other side when I made for the last step.

I missed.

Before I knew it, I was falling at least 4 foot, all the way down onto the ground. I groaned as I hit the grass, but frowned. 

There was a boy there, my age, staring at me. He immediately stood up and offered me his hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Y..yeah," Why did I stutter?

Cause he was gorgeous.

His hair was long and brown, shoulder length. He was handsome, and tall. Taller than me anyway. His perfume was nice, not too strong. He was well built, and he had a kind look on his face. His lips were pink and plump. Extremely kissable. 

My eyes traveled down to the ground where he was sat moments before. There were paintbrushes on the ground, a jar of water, watercolour paints, and a watercolour pad. I looked at what he was painting.

The tree. 

"You're a good painter," I commented. He smiled.

"I'm learning."

"Wish I could say the same," I mumbled. I loved painting, drawing, sketching, art in general. I was just terrible at it.

"Do you like art?"

"Yeah, I'm just not very good," I murmured. He gave a small hum.

"I can teach you," he suggested suddenly. I stared at him. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah!" he smiled. "What about tomorrow, here, same time? I see you have a friend waiting for you right now." 

I smiled. "Yeah, that's perfect!" I replied eagerly. 

"Haewon!" a voice snapped from above. 

"Gotta go," I murmured. "See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is," he smiled as I ran off. 

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Another day I will never forget is when we confessed, around 8 months later. 

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We were on one of our painting lessons. They were paint lessons, but also talking sessions. He would ask me about stuff I did, I would do the same. 

But little did he know, I had developed feelings for him over the last eight months. I tried hard  not to, but I did. He was perfect, how could I not fall for him?

"Hyunjin, have you ever had a girlfriend?" I asked out of the blue. He set his paintbrush down and thought.

"Mm, no," he replied. "I've liked someone before though."

"Oh?" I smiled, even though I knew it couldn't be me. It would never be me.

"Do you like anyone?" he asked. 

"Yes," I replied, and we both glanced at each other. 

After staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds, he leaned in, and his lips met mine. I immediately kissed back, my hand travelling up to his cheek. After a few seconds, he pulled away and smiled at me.

"I think we should do something else tomorrow," he whispered, shuffling closer to me. I leaned on him slightly, my head making contact with shoulder. 

"Like?"

"Like a date."

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I remember those days. I remember them well, every detail. I want nothing more than to forget them. 

But there is one day I really want to forget, more than these sweet moments. I want to forget the day I walked into my house and up the stairs. I want to forget that I did nothing, apart from pathetically listen from outside the door as he fucked my best friend. I wanted to forget the day that I broke. 

I wanted to forget him.

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Hwang Hyunjin's POV:

I will never forget the day I messed up. I had thought about it everyday for four years. 

Why did I do it? What was I thinking? I was in a perfect relationship, I had a perfect relationship with a perfect girl. My perfect girl. Then I cheated.

I cried for a month after we broke up.

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As soon as she kicked me out the house, I cried. The tears ran down my face as I walked to my car and threw my stuff in it, then drove away to my mum's house. I banged on the door as many times as I could until she opened it. Her smile dropped when she saw me in tears.

"Hyunnie?" she stepped side and left me in. "What's happened?"

"I...I messed up Mum," I choked, crying even harder. "I cheated on her. With her best friend, and she caught us.."

I sat on the floor and buried my face in my knees, not even caring that I was crying like a five year old. "Don't tell me it's okay." I whispered. "It's not okay." 

"I know it's not okay," she mumbled, sitting on the ground next to me. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know!" I cried. "She was just there and I....I've lost her. She's gone. She's gone Mum."

"She's gone," she whispered. "She's not coming back. You know what you can learn from this?"

"I'm an idiot."

"No, learn from your mistakes. Move on, find someone, and treat them better."

"How can I move on?" I said. "It wasn't some stupid high school relationship, we were in love!" 

"I know, honey."

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this was short cos we took a trip down memory lane so yk bare with me :)