I'm sorry i love you | k.jd

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The next night, I stare at the screen of my laptop, sighing.

Jongdae raises his eyebrows at me. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"I don't know how to end this!" I yell, frustratedly.

Jongdae cranes his neck to better see the screen, and starts reading. I'm aware of the how dangerously close he is to me, and the hair on my neck stands on edge with this knowledge. "That sentence is kind of awkward," he voices out.

Ignoring the small distance between myself and Jongdae, I nod in agreement. "This writer is pretty good, but sometimes his dialogue is really unrealistic. Even as an editor, I have no idea how to fix this." I tell him.

The client that I'm currently working for is a rookie, and a good one for a starter, but it's true, the dialogue is really weird. "Ugh!" I yell, surprising Jongdae, who's sitting right next to me. I scratch my hair in frustration, and fall flat on the bed.

Jongdae stares at me with curious eyes. "Are you having a rough sort of day?" He inquires, his voice quietened.

I sit upright. "Yeah, kind of." I respond, truthfully. "Today my boss yelled at me for not finishing the editing for this, since the deadline was yesterday. He also threatened to cut my pay." I confide to Jongdae.

"Don't worry, tomorrow will be better." Jongdae tells me, his voice confident and warm.

Brightened by his slightly cheesy line, I start to smile. I bump shoulders with him. "Thanks, Jongdae." I say, a wide grin etched all the way to my ears.

Jongdae bumps shoulders back. "No problem."

Then I pick my phone up, and check the time. "It's already nine fifteen, I'd better go." I say, apologetic for staying at Jongdae's apartment for so long. Starting to get up, I sling my bag over my shoulder.

Jongdae stands up too. "Do you want me to come with you?" He questions, looking worried.

I shake my head. "No, I'll be okay." I tell him, but he still looks worried.

"But–" He tries to protest, but I cut him off.

"Don't worry, I won't be like those idiots in dramas. I won't take the alleyway, or go to a shady area." I assure him. "Plus, I know taekwondo." I add, grinning.

"Fine." Jongdae grudgingly agrees, and he sees me out of his apartment. "See you tomorrow!" He waves, cheerfully.

I wave back. "Bye, see you tomorrow as well." I greet back, and I walk out of the building and into the dark night.

Since it's a chilly winter night, I pull the hood of my black jacket over my dark choppy hair. Then I start making my way home. Halfway through, I accidentally drop my chapstick on the ground, and it rolls onto the empty street.

I'm about to walk into the street, but remembering how all those brainless characters in dramas die that way—by walking into a busy street without looking—I check to make sure that the street is completely empty.

I nod in satisfaction when I see that it is, and I walk into the street. I'm about to bend down to recollect my chapstick, when suddenly, I think I hear someone call out my name. I shake my head. Seo Hye, you must be going insane. I tell myself, trying to convince myself that all I heard was a figment of my imagination.

"Seo Hye!" I hear.

Suddenly I hear multiple honks of a car, and when I turn around, I see a blinding flash of lights. I know that I'm supposed to run out of the street, and onto the sidewalk for safety, and that all characters in dramas die in this stupid way. However, Apparently there actually is some truth in those dramas—when the time comes and if there's a situation like this, all of your senses seem to immediately shut down.

My mind's blank, and all I can think is, car, car, car, car. I try to move my foot, so that I can start moving away from the car, but my muscles seem to be frozen. Right now the car is so close to me that even if I somehow do regain movement in my body, it wouldn't make a difference. So I close my eyes shut, and wait for the moment to end.

But I feel a pair of hands grab my wrist, and suddenly I'm losing consciousness.