Cut Eyebrows

30---shattered glass

Making random turns, Sangchil turned and turned. She didn't know where she was, she didn't care.

She didn't care that her legs were burning, she didn't care that her lungs were about the pop.

She didn't care about anything besides him.

But him didn't care about her it seems.

Sangchil stopped and bent over, her waist cramping. Her stomach heaved and she bent over to vomit nothing but air. A dry vomit.

She coughed violently.

"Sangchil." Taehyung said behind her. "Sangchil what you saw—"

"I saw what I saw." She snapped. "You should've... You—Next time just warn me when you're gonna stick your tongue down my sister's throat okay, Taehyung?"

"No Kwan, I wasn't kissing—"

"Yes you were! What the hell do you think you were doing then?"

Taehyung clamped his mouth shut. He was confused. "I... Didn't kiss her. She kissed me."

Sangchil could feel a headache forming in her skull. "What?"

"All what happened was this. Listen, Taejoo showed up all of a sudden and I let her in. I thought she was looking for you, but she said she wanted to talk to me. And then she just jumped on me, kissing me!"

"S-Still! Why didn't you push her off!"

Taehyung glared. "I didn't react fast enough!" He huffed. "And hey! Why should you care? I thought that you don't care about me. We aren't in a real relationship, so why are you treating it like I cheated on you?"

"Because—" Sangchil sighed. "Because I realized something that I should just forget about now."

"No, what is it." He demanded.

She wouldn't speak. Taehyung took her arm. "Kwan, tell me."

She scoffed. "You think it's easy? I can't just tell you straight off the bat! I—I... ARGH!" She fell to the ground and covered her face where she started to cry in frustration. "Having stress is so fucking crucial!"

"Sangchil, are you... Jealous?" He asked.

She blushed madly and faced her back towards him. "Just—can you shut up for a moment?"

Taehyung walked in front of her. "Sangchil, just tell me what's going on. If me kissing your sister hurt you so much then I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry that my lips landed on your sister's."

"No, Taehyung it's just—"

He cut her off with a sigh. "I'm sorry that everything had to turn out this way. I'm sorry that I was the one in high school that approached you. I'm sorry for invading your life. I'm... Sorry for liking you. And I think that we should... Maybe just part here." He smiled but then she saw that he had tears.  Taehyung turned around and walked away.

"No Tae—" she reached out. "Wait."

He kept walking.

"No... Don't let me go." She whispered. She cried too. "Don't leave, Taehyung."

Sangchil ran after him. "Taehyung!" She called. "Stop! Kim Taehyung!"

He ignored her. It took her five more shouts until he stopped. Sangchil stood in front of him and hit his chest. His eyes widened.

"What..."

"Don't you want to know what's making me like this? What's making me crazy? Mental? Insane?" She said.