𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐅

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 3

Jiwoo's Perspective —

As I patiently awaited a message from Eunwoo, days had passed since our last exchange. Disappointed that he had disappeared without notice, I took a moment to indulge in my favorite mango juice, all the while grumbling about his absence. Then, a notification appeared on my phone, and my excitement surged as I eagerly grabbed it.

To my delight, it was Eunwoo! The anticipation had built up for so long, and finally, he had reached out to me. Overwhelmed with affection for him, I opened the message.

My lips quivered, and my hands trembled as I sensed a strange sensation coursing through my veins, causing tears to well up and roll down my round, chubby cheeks.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself.

In disbelief, I responded, my hands shaking, "Are you joking? Please stop!"

Almost instantly, another message appeared, causing a sharp pain in my heart and a feeling of devastation deep within my being. My heart felt shattered into a million pieces, as I struggled to bear the hurtful words he had sent.

Receiving the message saying, "I want to break up, Jiwoo. I am not interested in you anymore," pierced my heart deeply. The sudden wave of emotions overwhelmed me as I struggled to make sense of the situation.

Desperate for answers, I immediately called him, tears streaming down my face and my fingers hastily trying to wipe them away. He picked up quickly, his voice a mix of confidence and indifference.

In a shaky voice, I questioned, "Why, Eunwoo? Is this a joke? Please, tell me you're not serious."

His response was cold and matter-of-fact, "Jiwoo, it was just a passing attraction. I believe you feel the same. Let's end this."

Before I could protest further, the line went dead. Attempting to reach out again, I discovered that my calls were being rejected, my number blocked.

As I stood there, trying to compose myself, a kind soul approached me. Jiminie's gentle voice and concerned expression broke through my turmoil. Without hesitation, I sought solace in his comforting embrace, feeling a sense of relief wash over me in his presence. His comforting words offered a glimmer of hope in my moment of despair.

His arm enveloped me in a protective manner, gently patting my back while his other hand caressed my hair. Slowly, he inquired, "What's the matter?"

I simply sobbed, unable to provide a response. His voice remained calm as he released me from the embrace and guided me towards the car, my phone now cradled in his hands.

Seated in the car, he positioned himself in the driver's seat and asked, "What's wrong? I've never seen my little baby cry like this before."

I gestured towards the phone, and as he glanced at the screen, his expression softened yet carried a hint of anger. His gaze then shifted back to my face, questioning, "Did you never think to confide in your oppa about your boyfriend?"

I continued to sob, lacking the courage to reply. He didn't press for an answer, but instead started the car, his features betraying a sense of anger at my deception. I had lied to my brother.

Doesn't it feel like everything is crumbling in your otherwise beautiful life? We had shared so many memories together – strolling on the beach, enjoying ice creams, watching movies, and those late-night outings.

How can he dismiss everything as just an attraction? Was he already planning on hurting me? I wiped away my teary eyes and stepped out of the car when it stopped in front of my luxurious mansion.