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Right after that New Year's Eve incident, you came to my house; messy hair, red shot eyes, terrible face, as if you tried your best to look the worst.

"Baekhyun, I'm sorry," your low voice cracked at the syllables of my name. "Last night I was at my friend's house. New Year's party. I forgot where I left my phone and my friend answered it for me. I didn't know what she was saying to you but--"

"No, she didn't say shit. But do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"Baekhyun, listen--"

"No, you listen. I don't need your fucking explanation. I don't care where you were and what you did anymore. You're not worth it."

"Baekhyun, please--"

"Just leave."

"Baek--"

"And don't come again."

I slammed the gate right in front of your face and went back inside. I could hear you sobbed and kept calling out my name outside. And I stood still.

I was really sick of you. I was sick of every lies you told me. I was sick of being the only one who truly care.

But in the end I turned around once again and forgave you. That was my biggest mistake. Because you did it again. You hurt everyone again.

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