Every Rose Has its Thorn

Chapter 18

Every Rose Has its Thorn

Tonight, I'll Be Crooked:

A week. An entire week of suffering. Jiyong kept his promise that he would stop by everyday until Victoria was ready to talk and forgive him, but he wasn't able to get into the building. Every time he showed up, he would buzz her apartment once or twice, receive no answer, then go home. He would call her phone before he went to sleep and leave her a voicemail saying he's sorry. Then he would send a goodnight text and tell her he loves her, then repeat the next day. The calls always said her phone wasn't able to be reached. Did she leave Korea or did she simply block his number? She had every right to not want to speak to him. He figured he would try one last time and if she ignored him again then he would leave her alone, at least until she was ready to talk to him. His only worry was that he was afraid that day would never come.

On his way home from the studio, he stopped at Victoria's apartment building and received no answer, once again. When he decided to turn around and go home, the front door opened to reveal someone leaving and walking to their car. On an impulse, he saw the open door and entered the building before it could shut. If Victoria didn't want to see him again then he wanted her to say it to his face. He regretted being the one to offer breaking up in the first place. But all he suggested was that they take a break and give each other time to sort things out. She suggested they break up for good. A week should've been long enough for her to at least consider forgiving him, right? Or at least sit and discuss with him about what they should do?

He didn't bother taking the elevator, he jogged up the stairs to her floor. He felt so nervous as he approached her door. Would she answer this time? Would she tell him to go away? He knocked on the door and waited. His heart jolted when the door actually opened. To his disappointment though, it wasn't Victoria who answered.

"Oh, it's you." Missy grimaced but allowed him to walk in anyway. He saw she was packing some of her stuff on the couch.

"Yeah, it's me. Where's Victoria?" Jiyong snapped back, still hating to even look at her face, hear her voice, or even be in her presence.

"She's not here."

"Where is she then?"

"I don't know." Missy folded a shirt and put it into the suitcase.

"Did she go somewhere?"

"I guess."

"What do you mean, you guess?" Jiyong snapped again, feeling himself become extremely anxious. "Are you saying she ran away?"

"Yeah. She left like a week ago." Missy folded another shirt then zipped the suitcase close. "I came back the day after our fight and she was gone. She packed up some of her stuff and left."

"So she just took off without telling anyone?" Jiyong found himself yelling a little. "She didn't tell anybody where she was going or nothing?"

"Yeah, I don't know what else to tell you." Missy grabbed the suitcase and went to walk past him, but he stopped her.

"I can't believe this," Jiyong gripped his hair, "We only had a fight. We weren't supposed to break up, she can't just leave like this. Is she alright? Something could've happened to her. She had to have told you where she was going."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but she didn't." Missy spat. "We're not friends anymore. Does that make you happy?"

"That has to be the best news I've heard all week." Jiyong glared at her. "You don't deserve her as your friend."

"You're right, I don't. Just like how I don't deserve Youngbae, right?" He could see a hint of hurting in her eyes but he could care less. She ruined her friendship with Victoria, she ruined her relationship with Taeyang. After everything she has done, she deserved to suffer. "Whatever, I'm out of here."