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B A N D - A I D
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I BARELY SPOKE to Mingyu last night.

This shouldn't really be a surprise, since, after all, I did tell him to leave me alone. What surprised me is that he actually obliged, and though I'm glad that he understands that if he shows anymore concern towards me than he already has, I won't be able to let him go, a little part of me is still disappointed that he stopped trying. I know that I'm acting like a child right now, wishing for things that contradict each other, but I can't help the mixed emotions welling inside me.

Leaning against the kitchen island, I watch the boy rush around the living room making sure he hadn't left anything behind. I don't actually recall Mingyu bringing any sort of luggage or even any clothes at all, but he apparently has, judging by the amount of items he has packed in boxes. Maybe he did it in secret or when I wasn't home—either way, the boy never ceases to amaze me.

I walk towards the front door, whereupon I see him finish loading his car and closing the trunk of it. He then stands there unmoving, simply staring at the said part, with his hands rested on his hips as if deep in thought. He seems a little conflicted, Gods knows what about, but I decide not to ask him about it and let him be.

After what must have been minutes of zoning out, Mingyu suddenly shakes his head in an attempt of driving away his thoughts. He sighs and turns around, making eye contact with me, and the two of us stay like that for a little while before I remember that we aren't exactly on the best terms and look away. From my peripheral vision, I can see his eyes go downcast at the realization of the fact that things are still pretty weird between us.

The boy clears his throat then, snapping me out of my reverie. I look at him questioningly, wondering what he wants, and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck in response.

"I, ah... Gotta go now." He tells me, slowly making his way towards me and stopping once he is barely a foot away. "Take care of yourself, alright? Make sure you eat well, don't go home too late, don't push y—"

"Mingyu." I say, cutting him off. He looks at my me, his bronze cheeks dusted lightly in pink, and bites on his lip as if trying to prevent himself from vomiting out more words. "I'll be fine. I was independent right from the start, wasn't I?"

Mingyu gives me a small chuckle, the sound of it sounding awfully pleasant and familiar to my ears. I hadn't realized just how much I've missed his laugh, but now here I am, possibly hearing it for the last time.

"You were. But that doesn't mean that you have to do everything alone, okay? You, uh... Have Wonwoo, Hansol, hell—you even have that boy Do—"

"I get it, Mingyu. Thank you. For everything."

A little flustered, he nods. "Goodbye, Crystal."

A sharp pain goes through my chest at his words. Nevertheless, I force a smile onto my face, hoping that he wouldn't notice, and answer him with a faux-cheerful tone.

"Goodbye, Mingyu."

Ever so reluctantly, the boy starts to leave. He takes hesitant steps backwards towards his car, but not before whispering, in an almost inaudible voice: I'll miss you.

I bite on my lip and turn away.

I'll miss you too.

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MINGYU leaving is a lot like taking off a bandaid; you rip it all off in one go, hoping that it won't leave a mark, but you end up with some sort of stinging pain anyway and a scar that might stay.

Watching him leave wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do, but turnjng away from it all wasn't a walk in the park, either. As much as I hated it, my eyes were completely glued to his car as he drove out of the neighborhood, leaving my house dead silent once more. The four walls of my home was empty once more, and quite honestly, I'm already regretting avoiding him before he left.

On the upside, Dong Jun did introduce me to Seo Hyeon. She was nice, at least, even though she hardly ever shows emotions and has a cold demeanor. Something tells me that she already knows what's happened to me via Wonwoo, though, because it can be clearly seen that she's trying her best to look and sound chipper when everything that I've heard about her these past couple of weeks is almost entirely different from her in real life.

I've also finally started work the day after Mingyu left. Thankfully, Mr. Lee is understanding enough to let my two-day absence slide. I didn't tell him about Mingyu leaving, no—that would be too personal. But I did tell him about what happened in the alleyway and he even offered me the whole week off, since, according to him, such an incident ought to be traumatizing—but I declined and insisted that I'd start coming to work from now on.

Quite frankly, my life is quickly falling into place, and I'm happy of it. But despite all this, I still find myself thinking about the blue-haired boy, wondering about his whereabouts and what he's been up to. I know that things are over between us, that everything was temporary, but a bigger part of me refuses to believe it and continuously let him in my mind.

Why can't I just get over him already?