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"I'm breaking up with you." A girl stands up in front of Ong Seongwoo. Her eyes look so puffy and Ong believes that it's because the girl had been crying all night long. Well, he doesn't look surprised, though. This isn't the first time, but he still does have to look surprise.

"But, why?" Ong tries to display the most obvious shocking and surprised face to the girl in front of him. He thinks he managed to pull it off, since the girl seems like she's going to cry. Which is truly a bad thing considering the place they are in right now.

"Hey, Jihye. Please don't cry." The guy now stands when he feels like everyone in the cafe shoots him a simultaneous judging look. Some say how much of a jerk he is for making a girl cry in a public place like this.

After consoling the girl for a while, by softly patting both of her shoulders and dry her tears away with his hand, Jihye managed to stop crying. She takes a deep breath then mumbles 'thanks' to Ong before sitting down back to her seat. Ong leaves a long sigh of pure relief when Jihye has calmed herself down a bit. He scans the situation around him and finds out how everyone has also stopped putting their attention to the couple. Upon realising how the situation has come back to normal, Ong takes a deep breath and then pulls his chair forward to sit back down on it.

"Why?" Jihye's voice sounds so hoarse and weak at the same time. Ong lifts his head up and stare at her with apologetic expression written all over his face. He might not love this girl ever since the very beginning of their date, but Ong would be a total liar if he said there weren't, at least, one moment where he was happy spending his time with Jihye. Jihye is one of the sweetest, kindest, and most genuine girls that Ong has ever met in his life. Maybe that is why he accepted her right away when she invited him to the park near the model agency that Ong works under. It's still pretty much clear to him how Jihye looked like she was about to burst into tears of embarrassment when she gave out a box of homemade chocolate to him and then told him four unexpected words that came out of the girl's lips.

"I like you, Seongwoo."

Then followed by another six words coming out of Jihye's mouth. One sentence that could silence Ong for about one minute.

"Do you want to go out?"

That time, more than feeling loved or fluttered or touched, Ong felt guilty. Pure kind of guilt, to be exact. Unlike when others confessed their love to him, this one is different. It's Jihye. Someone that Ong believes doesn't just see him based on his looks, but also him as a person. It would be a lie if Ong said that he didn't wish to eventually fall for this girl the moment when he smiled and said 'yes' to her, because he did.

But right now, he even had to pretend that he looked surprised just a moment ago.
But right now, he can half-shamefully and half-proudly say that he doesn't love the girl. Not at the slightest bit.
But right now, he can admit that the only person that runs and occupies every corner of his mind, is Kang Daniel.

Suddenly Ong feels so sick to himself.

He's finally got a grip of himself when Jihye softly cleared her throat, demanding Ong an answer. He gives her a smile while positioning himself better so he can relaxedly answer Jihye's question. Ong takes a glance at Jihye, then shifted it down to the pair of his shoes. He takes a deep breath in and out before raising his head back to face Jihye.

"This might sound really harsh, but Jihye, all those three months that we spent as a couple," This time, Ong is the one clearing his throat. Pressure creeps inside him more when he realises another form of pain that can be seen through in Jihye's eyes. It's so hard to get this out of his mouth, but he has to, so he won't have to feel guilty ever again and so that Jihye won't have to suffer the pain anymore. "I have never, even for just once, liked and loved you the way that you do to me. I'm sorry. You are more than pleased to pour that glass of water to me or even to punch my face."

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