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I TURN for the door immediately after Mingyu said those words. He managed to grab ahold of my wrist and stop me from leaving, though, and no matter how hard I try to pry his hands off of me, his grip is still much stronger than mine and the two of us ends up looking at each other in a rather intense staring contest instead.

All I seem to feel is flustered and embarrassed, upset and disappointed though I don't exactly know why. It might be the possibility of me having feelings for him, but I don't even think that I can bring myself to think about that now when he can be leaving at any moment.

"Crystal, please listen to me." Mingyu practically begs, his hand still latched around my wrist like a leech. "Leaving isn't my choice, it's—"

"When are you leaving?" I cut him short, barely having the energy to fight his grip anymore. My eyes are still trained onto the tiles of the classroom, unable to do so much as make eye contact with the boy, because if I do I don't think I'll be able to stop the tears from falling again.

He stays silent for a little while as if contemplating whether or not he should tell me, and I'm only aware now that Mingyu's fellow agents are still in the room with us watching the whole thing fold out like some kind of soap opera. Frankly, though, all I care about right now is Mingyu's answers; I'm sure that they aren't really the type to blab about these things to other people anyway.

"T... Tomorrow morning."

My head involuntarily snap upwards, my mind racing and hands slightly trembling. Somehow, a bitter smile manages to find its way onto my face instead of a spontaneous frown, making Mingyu furrow his eyebrows at my odd gesture.

"Then I trust that you'll have everything packed and sorted out then?" I ask, voice cracking slightly and sounding finer than I intended. He looks like he's about to say something else, maybe even ask why I suddenly seem okay with him leaving, but I'm not exactly done talking just yet.

"Is that why you've been leaving so often these pas couple of days? Because you want to leave so damned badly? Do you want me to get used to your absence, Mingyu? God, you are such a jerk." The words spill out of my mouth, my chest rising and falling continuously as I do so. I probably seem dramatic and ridiculous right now in front of Vernon and the other two boys, but I can't even bring myself to think about that right now. "You can't just pop into my life and leave just like that, Mingyu! After everything that's went down, after all the things you've made me feel, you leave me just like that?"

"Crystal, I—"

"Don't." I tell him, jerking my arm away from the boy. I start backing out of the room, one hand holding the wrist that Mingyu was holding onto so tightly before, and voice out my thoughts to him one last time.

"You know, I think I would've been pretty fine without you after all. Yes, my best friend is living a town away and I'd lost my job, but at least I didn't have to experience this... Whatever this terrible feeling in my chest is. If only I didn't wish for my life to go back to normal and get you as my agent, then maybe everything would actually be alright. Goodbye, Mingyu."

With all that being said, I quickly leave the room so that none of the boys will have the chance to stop me. My tears have dried by now and I'm honestly feeling more anger than brokenness as I storm back to where Dong Jun was standing just minutes prior.

"Hey, you fou—" He starts, but I interrupt him by grabbing his wrist and pulling him along with me. He quickly shoves his phone in his pocket as he tries to keep up with me, confusion written clearly on his face.

"Where are we going?" Dong Jun asks, now walking beside me instead of behind me. Since he's much taller than I am and by default has longer legs than I do, matching my strides is no problem to him at all.

"Home." I simply reply, not even bothering to tell him about before's incident. Honestly, all I want to do now is avoid the blue-haired boy at all costs just so that I won't be too attached by the time he leaves tomorrow. God knows what might happen if I don't.

"Hey—" He suddenly steps in front of me, causing me to abruptly stop in my tracks and nearly crash against his chest in the process. I glare at him (or at least attempt to) before trying to walk past him by going from one side to another, though he easily blocks me with his body. What once was a confused look on his face is now replaced with concern as he queries, "Why are you in such a rush? What happened back there?"

"Nothing,"

"BS,"

"BS—" I begin, but cut myself short to scoff at him. "Mind you, I was telling the truth!"

"Yeah, I don't think so..." Dong Jun says, quirking an eyebrow. "You're a terrible liar, Soo Jung. Besides, I know you enough by now to be able to tell that you're not exactly feeling too peachy. So tell me, what is it?"

For some reason, that got me feeling some type of way. The anger inside me seems to just dissipate into thin air, and all that is left inside me is sadness—nothing more, nothing less. I lower my head, afraid that he'll see the tears that are threatening to fall once again.

"Come on, Jungie-ah," He speaks in a slow and reassuring tone, using one finger to tilt my chin upwards. "You know that you can trust me. What happened back there?"

And then I broke down.